**
My trip to the bank went as expected. I have no worries that Hector will be near ready to panhandle to pay off his loan.
Entering Giovanni’s office, I begin to have second thoughts. Do I really want to go through with this? My mind flashes to Isabella and I know I would do anything for her, even if she doesn’t remember me. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder, but I’m finding mine has grown colder. Matching my corpse appearance. I’ve been dead on the inside for a long time.
“Tristian, what can I do for you? Business or pleasure bring you by?” he lights up a cigar and pours me a scotch.
I lay a fat stack of bills on the table. “I need you to amend my father’s Last Will and Testament. His health is declining. I fear he won’t be with us much longer.”
He picks up the stack of money. “Double this and I will do whatever you need.”
I open up my duffel bag and toss another thick stack at him.
“What’s wrong with the old devil?”
“Pneumonia and his fever has made him delirious. Draw up the papers giving me power of attorney over the estate and make changes to give me everything upon his death. Consider it a wise business decision.”
“Indeed.” He flashes a powerful smile puffing his smoke into my face.
“Don’t get cocky, Gio. After you complete the paperwork and I get what I am owed, you’ll receive a generous bonus for never speaking of this. If you try to use it against me, I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to your wife,” I promise. With a man like Giovanni you have to be just as mean as he is. Being heartless earns you respect.
“Understood.” He chokes on cigar smoke as he puts his payment inside his safe in the wall.
We shake hands once I have given him his full instructions.
Now for my bastard of a father...I have thought of a million different ways to end him and nothing seems right. Shooting him is too easy and too messy. Paying someone would take all the enjoyment out of it. I could push him down the stairs but that isn’t guaranteed to kill him. I have to be smart about it but I want him to suffer. I want him to pay by my hands. I want my face to be the last thing he sees before he finds eternal sleep.
**
“You better be interrupting my sponge bath to bring me my money or that cunt who is going to deliver my heir. Been waiting a week for you to report back.” He looks me over with disgust evident in his wrinkled features. He hasn’t aged well. Time hasn’t been kind to him. His skin looks like chewed up leather shoelaces, with deep pockets from his acne scars. “I know where you’ve been. You’ve been at that strip club with your flea infested whores.”
I ignore his insults. If he only knew I’ve been planning his death. He’s never approved of any of my choices. I could have gone to an Ivy league school and pursued any career I wanted with the money our family has, but that’s not me. Angelo never groomed me for anything. I had to take it upon myself to choose a path and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I kick my duffel bag towards his bed, as his little bitch snitch of a nurse washes his back. The sight of him makes me sick. “I’ve got your money,” I tell father much to his disappointment.
“Leave us, go on get gone girl. I’ll call for you when I need you to suck me off later.” He shoves her away knocking the bowl of water to the floor and hitting her in the side of the head with the sponge. The girl gathers her supplies, leaving quickly. She has been on the receiving end of my father’s temper many times. He pays her well enough not to care though. I’ve seen her leave the room covered in blood and bruises many times.
I’ve suffered his wrath myself, but now he is too weak for much of anything. Raisin
g his head up enough to argue with me seems to deplete all of his strength.
“Perez paid in full. Counted every dollar myself.”
“Bullshit. That loser don’t have the equity”
“You’re right, he doesn’t, but I do. I’m buying out his contract. Hector will answer to me now.”
“The fuck he will,” he croaks, his voice raspy from years of heavy smoking and drinking. My father tries to raise from his bed but is too weak, falling back on his pillows. His dark eyes holding my gaze as I return his daggered dead stare.
I smile thinking on my plans for him.
While he may have paid Courtney well, he neglected to check her credentials outside of her ability to give head and wash his ass. She doesn’t bother to check any of his medications. She just puts the pills in his food. Right now she is probably in the kitchen preparing his soup and bread, not having a clue she is about to feed my dear old man a deadly cocktail. Valium and OxyContin aren’t supposed to be mixed, the combination is deadly. He has a prescription for both so it will appear accidental.
I’ve made sure Courtney gets a nice little bonus in my father’s Will for when she loses her license. Her poor judgment will cost her, but we will both be free from him.
In a few hours I’ll be at my club watching my girls shake their asses while my father drowns in his own vomit.
He shakes his fist cursing under his breath.