Chapter 166
ALESSANDRO’S POV
ONE WEEK AFTER
“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and in the hour of our death, hushed prayers fell on my ears.
“Good Evening, everyone, I’m Alessandro De Luca, the son of Vittorio De Luca. I want to thank you all for coming today to honor my father. I know some of you traveled a very long distance to pay your respects and I know that papa would have loved to see you all together.
Behind me was a huge portrait of my father hung on the wall. He was laughing in the picture, smoking a cigar, and my mother was in his arms. She was staring at him with a wide smile. They were each other’s world; this picture showed that.
I stood at the podium and gave a eulogy for my father; most of the anecdotes I mentioned weren’t even true. This eulogy was written by a professional. The media was here taking as many pictures as they could, the reporters were ready to ask me questions, and the FBI and CIA agents were sitting there with hateful smirks on their faces.
My men were standing all around this building inside and out. With a straight face, I delivered the eulogy as if it were all true. I was playing a part, towards the end of my father’s life, he and I barely talked.
He had turned into a bitter old man; we were nothing like the father and son we used to be. I hated the man with every fiber of my being and he hated me right back for marrying Nikolai and refused Leah.
He was ecstatic to find out that he had run away. The day Nikolai went missing, he made sure to remind me of that betrayal every chance he got not until when his blood pressure increased out of the blood, rushed to the hospital but he unfortunately died. I was glad that his fucking mouth was closed forever, I don’t have to listen to him anymore except my mother who is also against my love for Nikolai.
Looked around the crowd, some eyes were wet. There were a few families that he had helped a lot in his time as the head of the family. He loved doing charity, he loved to gather praises, all of them were here today; singing his songs.
“I don’t know how long it will take me to grieve this tremendous loss. My father was the most important person in my life and I feel heartbroken to no longer have him here with us. His memory will forever carry on.”
I stepped down the stage, people came to me to pay their respects. I ignored them though.
I nodded to Antonio and he gestured towards a safe way out and into my car.
I sat back, low music was playing through the radio as Antonio drove the car. I lit up a cigar, taking off the fucking black hat, I tossed it over to the seat and relaxed back, watching the long line of cars. The cemetery was close by and they all wanted to be there for him for his last rituals.
Vladimir rambled on and on about the girl he was fucking and how she just loved to get on his nerves.
“I tried, Antonio, I fucking tried to be patient with her but that bitch is fucking crazy. First, she asked me to slap her hard while we were fucking and when I did, she started to fucking cry and complain. She said I wasn’t supposed to hit her so hard.”
Antonio laughed, “You shouldn’t have hit her that hard, bitches say crazy things all the time while fucking.”
“I hit her softly at first but then she yelled at me to hit her hard again and again then I fucking did it under pressure, and she cried for a fucking hour. Didn’t even let me finish.”
I tried to be in my own world but at the end, I laughed, taking a long drag of the cigar, Fucking Cindy…”
“Fucking Cindy,” they both laughed.
“What do you guys say, we could go to Vegas this week.Don Alessandro you said you wanted to check up on our casinos. Vladimir murmured.
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