Ricardo's POV:
"Dad what are you talking about do you even know what you're talking about? Me marrying Albert's daughter of all people seriously Dad did you forget what did that mother fucker do? Do I have to remind you that this bastard killed your son and we haven't even taken our revenge.... Why dad why??"
I could see the anger bubbling in my dad's eyes as I spoke, my expression reflecting annoyance. Deep down, I knew I had crossed a line by raising my voice at him. If it had been anyone else taking that tone, they would have been in serious trouble, perhaps even facing consequences too harsh to imagine. This was the first time I had ever dared to raise my voice against him, a line I had always been careful not to cross.
Yet, at that moment, I felt an overwhelming surge of frustration as his words rattled around in my head, making no sense at all. I struggled to keep my composure, desperately trying to calm the storm of emotions within me. My heart raced as I reminded myself that losing my temper would only escalate the situation. Breathing deeply, I focused on the need to express my feelings without letting my voice get out of control, hoping to bridge the gap between us instead of deepening it.
And let him explain
"Look, Ricardo," he said, his voice calm yet firm, "I don't appreciate the way you're speaking to me right now. Take a deep breath and try to relax, okay? I need you to listen to what I have to say and let me explain my perspective."
"I'm sorry, Dad. I promise it won't happen again. I got a bit carried away by your words and lost track of my thoughts at the moment. I should have been more mindful of what you were saying."
"Ricardo, I understand that you're feeling angry, and honestly, I can't blame you for that. However, I need you to hear me out. Yesterday, before I called you, Albert came over to my property. I specifically asked him to come because I wanted to discuss your brother with him.
During our conversation, I made it clear that we were thinking about taking some sort of revenge, and I advised him that he should be prepared for the consequences. But as we talked, Albert became increasingly remorseful and ended up apologizing several times for the situation,
But I said that it's all in vain but then he said if we make peace he will give us his daughter in return and also promised that he will never come back to Italy and will stay away from our business and also said that he will give us all his hotel and houses in Italy in addition to make peace and never see each other again and let him and his family live "he said
I was shocked it was a good deal for peace but still, I couldn't believe my father,
for fuck's sake he kill my brother how can I let him leave just like that although he didn't kill my brother on purpose because he was targeting someone else but my brother became a victim and died but it doesn't matter I was thinking when suddenly he spoke
"And I agreed because you know that I don't like a war between two families and your brother was always against it, it is not because I am scared of him or anything I can finish him off just with one word
At first, I was completely against it—after all, he had always been our enemy. But then he said something that turned my world upside down. He said Just one week before Aliso's death, he approached me and proposed an unexpected truce. "Let's make peace..." he urged, and at that moment, everything changed!
As I felt a tear escape from my eye, I was transported back to a moment I would never forget. I vividly remember the gentle way he spoke to me, expressing his heartfelt desire for peace over conflict. He shared his vision of a world free from the struggles and turmoil of war, where people could coexist harmoniously and resolve their differences through understanding rather than violence. His words resonated deeply within me, leaving a lasting impression that remains etched in my memory.
And I made a promise to him that as long as there is peace I won't make war and now I knew why he said that because he was scared of blood unlike me and my father
'Aliso what should I do should I let that man be happy while you're dead? No I will not break my promise that I made to you I won't make war but I will make sure that his daughter will suffer until she dies' I said in my mind and I wiped my face with my hands and then looked at my father and said "okay dad I will marry her just because of my brother " I don't want to tell my father what is in my mind and then he nodded and said "that's my son I'm so proud of you you never made me disappointed tomorrow is your wedding there is no need for a party because of our enemies you will just go there the priest will marry you two and you bring the bride home and tomorrow I will make you the next don son congratulations from now "he said
"Thank you, Dad," I said, my voice filled with sincerity as I grasped his hand and pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. His eyes twinkled with warmth as he smiled back at me, a mixture of pride and reassurance lighting up his face. "I know, son. I know you'll never let me down. I believe in you," he replied, his tone steady and encouraging. At that moment, I felt a surge of determination, knowing that his faith in me was unwavering and would inspire me to strive for my best....