Salvatore groaned in content.
As the hot water cascaded down his body he felt his sore muscles relaxing slightly. It was a relief but he knew it wouldn’t last long because he had to get back to work asap.
Scrubbing his body with the body wash, he moved out of the shower after a quick rinse and wrapped the towel around his waist as he did not bother to bring his undergarnts.
"I would never understand why you youngsters bother to live in penthouses rather than owning a house." His father tsked just as he appeared out of the bathroom, "A house is much better than living on sothing that only has one floor."
"It had two floors." Salvatore corrected his father. "Now would you bother leaving because I have to change or do you want to see naked?" He glanced over his shoulder to his father who looked bored.
"Boy, I was the first person to hold you after you popped out." Angelo pointed out. "You were ugly as fuck and still are. I’ll be downstairs, don’t be a pretty bitch."
Salvi sneered at him. It did not take long to change into a pair of sweats and walked down to the living room where his father was already nursing a glass of whiskey.
"What?" He made himself a glass as he sat down in front of his father on the opposite couch.
"Do you know that I recently took over the Bianchi organisation?" Angelo asked and his son nodded.
"I am aware that Carlos Bianchi made a deal with you." Salvatore took a small sip. "He handed you everything instead of his second in command or family mbers."
Angelo nodded. "I do not understand that fucker did not give it to his second in command. He could have been a good leader did I get it for his family vultures."
Salvatore’s brows shot up for a quick second. His father was not the one for gossip or calling nas. He would rather press the trigger and be done with but when he said the word vulture it was clear that the family was not worth ntioning.
Salvatore nodded his head slowly. "What do you want to do?" There has to be a reason why his father had co and t him here.
Angelo slushed the drink around in his glass. "I’ll sort them out. I am going to send so of them to you so I can test them." Once was never enough.
Salvatore nodded. "What else?" This was not all.
"I have his girl; daughter, as my ward." Angelo revealed. "She is going to stay here with your mother and I for at least one year before I allow her to live alone or move abroad permanently."
"For that long?" Salvatore could not help but think about the year. A year was a very long ti.
Angelo huffed, "Her family was ready to kill her. The kid did not fight on this because she knew that she was not capable of handling an organisation. It was clear that Bianchi knew what he did, which is why his daughter did not protest against taking over."
"Smart girl." Salvatore chuckled.
A fight against his father would have been used less because the organisation was already handed over and done with. If the daughter tried to fight his father over this, not only would his father win the war, he would also win the legal battles over the businesses and abhiyan cheese nas that had been rightfully transferred to his father’s.
It was a ga already won.
"You’re still not on the point yet." Salvatore pointed out again. "This could have been talked over on the phone."
Angelo huffed a laugh. Little shit was clever. "Your mother has asked you to co for a family dinner since your brother has co back from the states. This weekend." She gulped the scotch in one go and then stood up. "I’m done."
Salvatore’s brows creased again. "You were for this? You could have called ?"
Angelo threw his hand back at him. " It’s my son’s house, I’ll co whenever the fuck I want."
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