"Son? I only have one parent and she's lying cold inside that box," Gael's icy, toneless voice pierced through Alessandro's heart.
He was in no mood for a reunion—especially not with some stranger who appeared in his life after sixteen years of absence. For Gael, Alessandro was nothing but a sperm donor. He had no father.
Alessandro lowered his head and kept his stare at his steepled hands. He couldn't blame his son for being cold towards him. He had expected this reaction, but what he did not expect was to meet his son under this circumstance. It wasn't supposed to be like this.
"Fair enough." Alessandro took a deep breath and leaned against the backrest of the chair. He no longer spoke after that yet he stayed seated next to Gael for the rest of the afternoon. He was an unwanted guest inside the house—the house that he bought with his own money—dirty money from the Mafia businesses his family managed and owned.
