"About dàmn time," Rafael Cavelli throws a disdainful look at his elder son. "What in the hell are you up to and keep disappearing all the time?"
"My presence isn't needed at the banquet." Aeron merely answered. He seems uninterested and wasn't a bit concern for his Father, although his expression is stoic, one can say that he couldn't wait to leave in this room ASAP.
"How suspicious of you to disappear the same time my Mother went missing." Freohr's gaze was sharp as he throws accusation to Aeron.
"Don't blame other people for your incompetence, my dear brother." Aeron replied as he sits on the coach and rested his chin on his palm and close his eyes. He was oozing manliness right at that moment, and Freohr was obviously piss at his elder brother's nonchalance.
"How uncanny, if it wasn't you then who else? You have all the reason to harm my Mother." It wasn't a secret to everyone if it weren't for Kristen, the wife of Rafael should've been his Mother.
"And what benefits will I gain from kidnapping Kristen?"
"You---!?"
"Both of you, shut up!" Rafael roared, his hand automatically clutch his chest. "I am already in this situation and yet you two are still fighting!? Do you want me to die!?"
Yes, that would be great, Aeron immediately replied in his head although it will be more satisfying to see if Rafael live a life of a useless person.
"Why do you call me, Father? I still have a lot of things to do."
Rafael give both Aeron and Freohr each famiglia to manage in order to see who will be the next Boss of the Cavelli famiglia. While both brothers are doing fine in managing their famiglias, Rafael was still unsatisfied with their performance but other than the both of them Rafael had no situable candidate to take his position.
Rafael calmed down and leaned on the backrest of the his bed, his face is serious and his eyes are sharp as a knife. "Because of my situation, I had to step down to my position. I want one of you to take my position as Boss and the other will give all the support the other needs."
Aeron almost scoff at his Father's word, he called him just for this? He could've just tell it over the phone.
While Aeron wasn't in a bit of interested about what Rafael will say, Freohr was waiting anxiously at his Father's words. Both of his fists are clenched, his back is stiff, he didn't know but he suddenly feels nervous.
Thankfully, his phone suddenly rang making him release a soft "hoo", he didn't know that he was unconsciously holding his breath.
Rafael frowns as he didn't like being interrupted. "Who is it?"
"It was Aisha." Freohr stood up when he remembers about Reid. "I'll leave and take her phone call."
"There's no need for that," Rafael sighs, although he wasn't exactly fond of her, she could be a huge help for their famiglia. But he has to monitor that girl for she might discover that he killed Morano. "Just answer the call here."
"Hello," Freohr greeted as soon as the call is connected. "Took you long enough to answer." He said in a casual tone.
"Sorry, I just remember to call you back. I'm on my way there, and then we'll talk." Freohr notice that Aisha's tone seems hurried, completely different to her usual compose but cold tone.
"Is everything alright?"
"No, we'll talk when I get there. I'll spend the night there tonight."
"Okay, I'll ask someone to change the sheets to your room."
"Thanks. See you."
"Bye."
Because Aeron had sharp hearing, he clearly heard Aisha and Freohr's convo and couldn't help but to feel a little jealous at their closeness.
"Aisha will be spending the night here." Freohr told his Father as soon as he put down his phone.
"Arrange someone to prepare her room. For now, I want the two of you to listen to what I will say."
"Okay/I'm all ears."
"The next Boss will be...."
***
"Where's Freohr?" Aisha asked as she give her keys to the butler and her coat to the maid.
"Young Master Freohr was in his room. He asked us to bring you to him as soon as you arrived." The maid answer in a polite tone as she bows her head in submission to Aisha.
"I see." Aisha frowns in confusion and doubt because Freohr usually spend his time in his studies or in the training room.
Thinking that something must've happen, Aisha rush to Freohr's room, just across to hers and three rooms away from Aeron's room, though Aeron had only slept there once or twice.
Aisha knock three times before opening the door to Freohr's room, not bothering to hear Freohr's reply before going in. Aisha didn't saw him but the smell of tobacco made its way to Aisha's nostrils, it came from the balcony.
Aisha saw Freohr's silhouette behind the curtains and went there, push the curtains and saw Freohr only with his black loose pants on, his six pack of abs was exposed, his sexy V-line that disappears into his pants, his fair skin was glowing under the moonlight.
Aisha frowns deepen as she saw Freohr's far-off look. His body was obviously present but his mind is wondering somewhere else.
Aisha didn't talk and just waited patiently for him. She grew up with him so she knows very well that Freohr needed some time before telling her what's bothering him.
After some time, Freohr open his mouth and say, "Father woke up earlier."
Oh? Aisha couldn't help but to raise her brow. She thought that it will take days for Rafael to woke up.
"He is devastated and angered about the news that he will be disabled all his life, also with the news of my Mother missing in her birthday banquet.
"He then called Aeron to come over."
"What?" Aisha means to stay quiet but how could she when she heard that Aeron was here? After what happened that night did she still have a face to see him!?
"Father had no choice but to step down in his position and choose the next Boss."
Aisha suddenly realized why Freohr was acting strange tonight. While his expression was serene, Freohr was in a turmoil on the inside.
"In the end, Father choose Aeron over me," Freohr let out a dry laugh and shook his head. "I already expected it though. There is no way I can beat my elder brother."
Aisha close the distance between the two of them and give Freohr a hug as if to offer some comfort despite knowing that she too had taken a part of his misery.
About how Rafael chose Aeron over Freohr, Aisha wasn't too surprised. Surely it was unexpected but understandable.
"But you know what Aeron did? Instead of gloating that an illegitimate child manage to be the Boss of the Cavelli famiglia, he turn the offer down and leave."
Aeron... reject being the Boss of the Cavelli famiglia? Aisha was confuse at Aeron's action because Aeron could use this chance to completely destroy the Cavelli.
If there is another person who hate the Cavellis to the moon and back other than Aisha, it was Aeron.
"Boss hated the Cavellis to the core."
Aisha suddenly remembers what Reid had said and tense up. It couldn't possibly be him... right?
Feeling Aisha's body tense, Freohr return Aisha's hug and rest his head in her shoulder.
"What's wrong?" Freohr ask in a soft, concern tone.
Aisha lets out a breathe, "Reid had escaped."
Smiling softly, Freohr raised his head and look into Aisha's eyes. "I figured it that much. The important thing is you're okay."
Aisha couldn't stand Freohr's kind gaze and so she hugs him tighter and burried her face into his bare muscular chest.
Suddenly remembering Kristen's words, Aisha laughs softly and bite Freohr's chest, a habit Aisha has even when they're young.
"Of course, who did you think your childhood friend and fiancée is?"
I promise, Freohr, I will not let you get dragged into the mess I created.
Freohr smiles and suddenly take Aisha's left hand, he slips the engagement ring into Aisha's ring finger.
Suddenly feeling the coldness in her hand, Aisha pulls herself out of Freohr's embrace and glanced at the ring in her finger.
"Although, our marriage was arranged by our parents, I want to officially ask your hand. I'm suppose to do it after my Mother's banquet but things happened so..." Freohr laughs and then look at Aisha's beautiful face. "Do you like it?"
"I do." It was a simple platinum ring with small diamonds formed into her initials.
But I can't accept it.
It was wrong.
Freohr deserves better.
"Aisha Ciana De La Torre, will you marry me?"