Enzo pov
"Enzo"
"You already you why I called for you Enzo"
"Well help me to find out out father"
"As you are already aware the buisness we are in is risky and I can not let the family legacy die, I want you to get married"
" I don't want to get married father"
"You have to Enzo this is not just your life ,You have to think our family too and I want you to get married " he slammed the wine glass on the ground .
The glass he held shattered across the floor and the red wine spread like blood on snow. I watched him standing there with his veins popping on his neck, his eyes the same cold steel I had seen all my life. He never asked me what I wanted, he only ordered. That was his way.
"I will think about it father "
"See if you cannot find someone to get married to I can arrange it for you, i don't care who you marry as long as I get a heir to this family"
His voice echoed in my head long after I left the room. A heir. Not a son, not a family, just a heir. My grandfather had started all this with sweat and bullets, building this empire from nothing. My father expanded it with greed. I wondered if he ever loved anyone at all.
My father has thought me everything I know of this buisness and I am aware why he want me to give him a heir . In this buisness you donot know when you are going to die thus having a heir would ensure a legacy . But I ,idon't care about marriages ,I think they are just a waste of time .
When I was a boy I used to wait for my near the gates of our house every Friday, thinking he would cone . Sometimes I would sit there For entire evening , staring at every car that passed by. But He rarely came. And when he did, he carried more briefcases than affection. He gave me watches, shoes, books about power. But never time. Never himself.
My father never had time for me and my mom he only cared about his work he would visit us only one a few months, when all other children had their father with them I had to do everything alone and doing this to my child feels terrible , not that he cared about mother he left her as soon as she got pregnant.
My cell rang when I was walking towards my office
"What is this for" I asked
"We found him"
"What? I will be there" as i reached my car I started thinking about my father words , , ,give me a heir Enzo how am I suppose to get married to someone i have no love for .
The car engine Started but in my head it was quiet. Every word my father said stabbed deeper than the silence. The city outside the neon lights, people laughing, lovers holding hands at the corner. I wondered if marriage was really about love for anyone, or if everyone was just like my father.
As i reached for the basement of our office I opened the door to a dark black room this is it i thought , as i turned the light one t see a man in his 50 s or 60 grey hair and drunk .
"Wake up" I shouted by splashing water on his face
"Where am I" said the man still half asleep
"You owe me fifty thousand dollars and I want them right now where so this k i would find them huh" I grabbed him up by his hair.
I can smell the cheap wishkey out of him , his shirt is torn and his shoes muddy like he had been running ,Men like him thinks they can hide , they think they can disappear easily ,but no one can hide from me. That's the first rule of survival in this buisness — debts are blood, and blood is always traced.
"Give me some time please I will return them as soon as possible , I donot have them right know" he said
"You think I would trust you after you disappeared for 3 week what were you Even thinking , did you really thought I wouldn't be able to locate you"
"No Enzo i didn't disappear I was just taking time , i wouldn't dare to disappear from you . You can keep My house , my car. My Bar ,Whatever you want , Anything you want till the time i return you your money Please Enzo"
"Why the heck do you think I would want your drowning bar, i just want my money"
"Anything you said huh" said i
"What about your daughter?" I asked rasing my eyebrows
"No Enzo i...
"Then get ready to face the… I looked at him as i pointed my gun at him.
" No no no … please please Enzo you can have her. For as long as you want" said the man sweating .
I saw the fear on up his face, the way his lips trembled and he gave away his own blood to save his skin. Pathetic. Men like him disgust me, willing to trade their daughters like currency. Still, I kept my face straight, because in this world mercy is weakness and weakness is death.
"Okay then, not that I would my wife to hate this early for murdering her father" As i dropped my hand to my sides .
"Now please let me go Enzo" he shouted
"Donot you dare to raise you voice at me i pointed the at him again closer this time to his forehead and my feet on his knees" " Untie him and let him go" "I want to see her here tomorrow as soon as possible you understand"
"Y…..yes Enzo"
He stumbled as my men pulled him out, his legs shaking, his eyes wide like a man who had just been reborn. But I knew tomorrow he would deliver. Fear was the only language people truly understood. And maybe that's why my father always spoke it so fluently.