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MY Possessive Mafia Men Chapter 63: I Have Cancer Chapter

Mars Marshall

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"Anything else I should know?" Riccardo said, looking at me questioningly.

"She is going out tonight with her friend and his boyfriend."

I filled him in on the other guy who would also join them, he nodded begrudgingly. We all had agreed that we wouldn't decide what she would do in her spare time or with whom as long as she didn't cheat on us. We just had to trust her and my instincts said, we could. Even so, it was hard to sit back, knowing she would spend time with a straight guy at a club with drinks involved. What could I say? We were territorial beasts dressed in suits and wearing the smile of a charming

prince.

i

spent the next few hours with Riccardo shooting shit, all the while dreading the meeting with my father. What the hell could he be planning now? One thing I knew for sure, the dinner was doomed to be an ugly affair.

I arrived at the dinner venue in jeans and a black sweater which was frankly too hot for the weather outside. What I wore didn't exactly meet the dress code for a place like this. The staff at

the restaurant gave me wide eyes as I was led to my father's table but what the hell could they do? Kick me out for not meeting their dress code? No, not when I was here with a highly respected billionaire. They wouldn't want to pi** him off.

My father was little more than an **a*ole with lots of cash and he had probably gained most of it in unethical ways. Sauntering towards a table private from everyone else, I saw both my father and Ava had arrived and when he noticed me, his permanent frown grew even more visible. He was old in every sense of the word but for his looks, that was something he had gotten plastic surgery for. I couldn't even remember his real face, everything and him was fake.

I had his set of hazel eyes but that was all, every other resemblance we might have had was erased by the heavy use of Botox and surgery. There wasn't one wrinkle on his face or hands. If I had to guess, he had fixed his body too. His hair was dyed black, not a single gray hair to be found even though he already turned sixty. His looks were as important to him as his wealth and he was an egotistical jerk.

"Son?" He called, nodding at me with no smile whatsoever.

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"Dante," I greeted back, though I smiled but it helped no warmth.

There was no love between us, what he had shown me was unable to have any other emotions besides selfishness. As a child, I never looked up to him like any child with a healthy relationship with their parents would do. He had never been my hero or someone I wanted to become when I I grew old. Instead, growing up, I just wanted his approval. I had longed for him to tell me he was proud of me but that never happened. In the end, I accepted it and suppressed the longing until it all went away and in return, resentment took place. One thing was ***ng sure, I would never treat my children the same way he treated us. They would never feel like necessary dirt to carry on the legacy. If I was lucky enough to have children, everything else would be secondary. They would always come first.

"Marshall," Ava smiled iled at me, breaking the silent competition of wills that I had with my father.

I wondered if he could see how much I hated him but my guess was he knew and really couldn't

He

care less what I thought of him.

"Ava?" My voice always softened when I talked to my sister, no matter how angry I could be.

t down, son.

You could have dressed in something that didn't make you look like a peasant." He said, giving my clothes the sink eye like it was a personal offense directed at him.

"I could have but then I would have looked much more handsome than you." I smirked but I didn't sit down on the chair opposite him, I sat next to Ava instead. "How is your wife? Does she think the

xfe of luxury was worth having to sleep with you?"

Control had always been important to me, it was something I prided myself on having. But I don't know why I struggled with it every time I was in this man's presence. "Guys, can't we lay off the insults just for a moment?" Ava pleaded, she hated how much we disliked each other.

"Of course, princess." He said, giving her what looked like a sweet smile, although it lacked any

emotions.

He truly was a stone-cold son of a b****h. A waiter came by with a fancy looking red wine.

"Are you ready to order the food now, sir?" The man said, looking nervous like he could sense the sort of man he was. It wouldn't surprise me in the least, he was after all a b***rd in all but the real meaning of the word. Chapter 63: I Have Cancer

we are ready." He said and listed off what he wanted, my sister also did the same.

for me," I said to the waiter.

thing for

"I won't stay long."

of

wine and

the

I directed it to him, his irritated face brought me more pleasure than the sweetest wine we had gotten was really sweet. As the waiter, I took another sip of the wine and settled better in the uncomfortable chair. You would think a restaurant this expensive would have more comfortable chairs than the MacDonald down the road, not less. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked, ready for this shit to be over.

"Who says I didn't want to simply enjoy a good meal with my children?" He said, making me even more irritated especially when I knew that was a load of crap.

"I don't believe that. Come on, old man. I don't really have all day."

The last time we had dinner together, he had tried to get me to marry a daughter to one of his friends, all to gain more money and power over the city. That didn't end well, I would marry only for love not for stupid business deal. He narrowed his eyes on me, he really didn't like me like ordering him around. After a few seconds, he sighed before speaking.

"When are you going to quit this silly job you have?" He asked like it was certain that I would give

it up soon.

"Why are you asking?"

If this was going to be another one of his ploys to get me to come work for him, he would be waiting until it rained hellfire.

"Haven't you been wasting enough of your time on that shit?" He added

He would never understand my passion for teaching or just never cared to understand it.

Father,

I don't intend to quit my job as a professor and it won't happen.

I couldn't even believe we had this conversation again, it was getting old and tiring.

"Tell him, father." Ava urged him.

She had stayed quiet while we bickered but was apparently just as tired of listening to us going back and forth like I was.

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"Tell me what?" I was getting suspicious now.

He closed his eyes for a second and then focused on the glass of wine in front of him.

"I have cancer," he mumbled.

"How bad is it?" I asked.

There

wasn't a

sn't any shaking in my voice, I felt steady and calm. It just emphasizes how little I had. considered him and my family. Sure, I felt bad but mostly for my sister, she still cares about him and I care about her. "The doctors say I have about a thirty percent chance of beating it." He said, sounding scared.

It was a stocking thing to see a proud man like him beaten down. He had tried to be perceived as indestructible his entire life when in reality, he was just as much mortal as the rest of us, just like the same people who he called peasant. I was about to ask more questions, like what kind of cancer he had and what his plans were. But looking at the tears in my sister's eyes, I figured this was something me and him could talk about in private. "Whatever

you brought me here for, can we take it to your office, instead? Does tomorrow work?"

I wanted to spare my sister for whatever hurt I could, she possibly got the whole story already but she didn't need to hear it again and in public no less. My father's eyes widened for just a fraction of a second, I knew he was surprised that I had suggested meeting him in private. Well he was probably surprised that I wanted to meet with him in general.

"I will make it happen, my assistant will contact you." He nodded.

"Good, I will see you then." I said, looking at my sister and my eyes softened.

Let's do something together next week. Whatever you want to do, I am in." I said to her and she gave me a watery smile.

"Yes, that sounds good."

I didn't even spare a look at my father, I stood up and walked out of the restaurant.

Driving home, I felt restless. The dinner and the news had taken me completely by surprise. Whatever my father wanted to talk to me about today, I guess I would replace out tomorrow instead. I had a feeling about what he wanted to discuss and I didn't like it one bit. I just hope I was wrong. 1943%

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