The Godfather episode 20 – 21

🔞 THE
GODFATHER 🔞
( Bounded By Honour. . . )

CHAPTER 20&21: THE LOVE YOU GIVE

By; Holland Cisca.

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The next day, Pablo woke up with no remembrance of what happened the previous night. Anastasia sighted him from afar as he approached from the opposite direction. He was walking with Iran by his side, on seeing Anastasia a warm smile played on his face.

Anastasia looked away, and she maintained the same gaze until she had passed him.

“Morning, Anastasia.” He greeted.

She ignored him, walking pass him.

He stops walking, turning to look at her. “Ana, you aren’t gonna reply my greeting?”

She stopped, also turning to him. “I’m not interested in your greeting.” She eyes him, walking away.

He looked at Iran, “What’s with her?” He asked.

Iran shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”

Pablo shakes his head, continuing his way to his father’s room. He opens the door, walking in.

Vito coughed, using a white handkerchief to cover his mouth, blood stained the handkerchief.

“Dad, are you alright?” He asked, walking towards him. “What’s going on?”

Vito squeezed the handkerchief, hiding the blood stain from him. “I’m fine. I’m fine, just the cold.” He lied.

“Are you. . .” He was interrupted by the sound of Vito’s cough.

Vito tried hiding the stain but Pablo was quick to see it. “Dad, you’re bleeding.”

“Yeah, it’s a normal thing. Every one bleeds, but I’ll be fine soon.” He said, forcing a smile on his face.

“Dad, you’re fu*king bleeding and you think that’s normal?” He yelled. “It’s getting worst, isn’t it?”

“Not really. Look, son, you said you’ll do some thing about my health and yes, you already are doing more than enough for me. I’m getting better, it’s just the cold. I’ll be fine.” He coughs.

“We have to do some thing about this. I have to tell Micheal and Fred about this or it gets too late.”

“Pablo, for God’s sake, can you for once listen to me? Your brothers mustn’t know about this, at least not yet. It’s not like I’m keeping it away from them forever, I have to make sure what I want is fulfilled first.”

“Please, don’t tell me it’s about taking over the empire.”

“Of course, it is.”

“We’re talking about your health first!” He yelled.

“And I am talking about the empire.”

“Dad, please. For damn sake let’s just be practical for once! You’re dying. You’re losing your life. Right now, the empire doesn’t matter, what matters the most is your health. . . your life.”

“My health and life has nothing to do with this. I’m old, Pablo, and not some kinda twelve years old lad.”

“You don’t understand, father.” He turns his back against him. “You don’t understand, do you?”

Vito stood up from the bed, walking to him. He places a hand on his shoulder, tapping it. “Stop worrying about me, son, and start worrying about yourself. The future. I’ll be taking my medications even though we both know that it isn’t gonna save my life. I’ll leave you to rest, and think about what we just discussed. I’ll be expecting a feedback tomorrow.” He taps his shoulder.

Pablo glared at his father with pity, pains filled in his heart, a tear tickled down his eyes. For so many reasons he was trying to help. For so many reasons he refuses to accept the offer.

He left the room.

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“He almost raped me!” Anastasia snirled angrily, like she was staring directly at him. “You just can’t believe, he tore my gown in halves, and if I wasn’t strong enough, he could have grabbed me on his bed.”

“Oh my heavens! Are you for real, Ana?”

“Do I look like I’m exaggerating?”

“No, I meant. . . I’m just so surprised. I can’t believe he could do that. You know, he looks much responsible than his brothers.”

“That was the same thing I thought, but now I realize he’s ten times worster than they are. He’s just a chameleon.” She hissed.

“You know, we both know he was drunk last night. Maybe, he didn’t know when he did that and. . . we can’t judge yet.”

“I don’t know exactly why you’re trying to back him up.”

“I’m not backing him up, I’m just saying, we shouldn’t blame him. What happened last night was due to his drunkenness.”

“And I still don’t know why you’re being so concerned about the both of us. You desperately want us together as friends, don’t you?”

“Not just as friends, Ana, I want it to be more than just friends.” Clarabelle said.

“You know we can’t be what you want us to be, he is the son of an infamous mafia and I am only but a slave. Come on, Clara, it’s never gonna happen. And, don’t forget to return back to earth with your senses too.”

“I never left earth, Ana.”

“Having such high hopes proved you did.”

Anastasia laid on her bed, but couldn’t sleep. The incident of last night displayed in her mind. The thought of Pablo almost close to rape her was like a movie in her head, repeating over and over again.

She forgot she didn’t dilute the hot water for Vito’s shower and if he had touched it, s¢ræming from the pains, what will she do?

She quickly left the room to Vito’s, luckily, he wasn’t in his room and the hot water wasn’t tampered with yet. She mixed the hot water with a cold one until it was normal.

“Phew!” She sighed. “You could have been dead, Ana. Thank your stars.”

She left the bathroom to leave when she saw Vito’s handkerchief on the floor. She bends to pick it up, but is shocked to see blood stains on it. She involuntarily let’s go of it, and it fell back to the ground.

She ran to the door to open it but it opened by itself, Vito walks in. Anastasia bowed her head, exiting immediately.

Vito was surprised at her new character. When he saw that his handkerchief was on the floor, he knew she must have seen it.

She ran to Pablo’s room to tell him what she had seen. She knocked on his door but he didn’t answer.

“Sir, it’s me, Anastasia.” Yet, she wasn’t getting any response from him. “I’m sorry, okay, I didn’t mean to act that way. I have some thing to tell you, and it’s concerning your father. I think he’s. . .”

The door opened, Pablo stands beside it.

“Sick?” He completed.

“Yes. I think he is sick.” She answered. “I saw blood stains on his handkerchief, I think he’s trying to keep it as a secret from you guys.”

“I already know that.” He opens the door w¡der for her to come in. “Come in.”

Then she noticed the sad expression on his face. “You knew?” He ignored her. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing.” He said in a deep voice. Anastasia felt the anger in his voice as she glared surprised at him.

“You don’t look o…” She tries to show concern to him but he wasn’t finding such welcoming. Anastasia flinched at his voice, she has never seen him angry like today.

“I am fine.” He snapped.

His eyes burned red, and if possible, he was gonna tear her apart if she came any closer. Anastasia wondered if she had done some thing wrong, or if he was only angry at her because of her attitude this morning.

“I already know, so you don’t have to remind me.” He backed her, heading to his bed.

“I. . . I’m sorry if I. . . I was thinking. . . I should let you know. I’m sorry if I was bothering you.” She turned to leave, his deep voice halting her in her track.

“Where do you think you are going?” He asked.

“I’m leaving. You don’t want me here, you see me showing up as a mistake. I don’t wanna be a disturbance to your life.” She said, holding herself from the tears.

“I don’t remember asking you to leave.”

“I came in here to explain to you what I saw about your father and all you could do is to shout at me? What’s going on? What is troubling you? I know this is never my business but. . . I want to help.”

He looked at her face, but said nothing to her.

“Is your father ill?” She asked.

“He’s not just ill, he’s dying.” He replied.

“He should be in the hospital then.”

“He doesn’t want to be there. He prefers to die the so-called natural death.” He said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re his son, you have to talk with your brothers and together the three of you can take him there if he keeps insisting.”

“He hasn’t told anyone except me. And now that you know too, it shouldn’t be told to anyone else. Promise me.”

“I promise.” She promised him. “So, are you gonna. . .” She couldn’t say the last words, she was scared he might yell or spank on her.

“It’s his decision, I can’t force him any more.”

She noticed some thing else was troubling him, some thing different from his father’s case. She asked again. “You look worried, is there some thing I should know?” She asked, concerned.

“Ana. . .” he didn’t want to bother her with his problems, plus it had every thing to do with his family.

“I’m here, and I’m listening to whatever it is.”

He looked at her for a long while. “My father wants me to become the next heir to his empire. But I’m not interested.”

Anastasia was speechless, this was indeed much bigger for her. But she has to say some thing, that was what she promised him, to help him.

“I know since I was little, I don’t know a shit about mafias and what they look like and what they do. Though my dad always told me but, I never believed in his stories. But now I have lived with your family, I saw a lot of things I never knew. I saw things I never dreamt of, and I felt things that I noticed did affected my life but I never stop accepting it as my fate. You should do the same too, you should accept this as your fate.”

“I have two elder brothers who are highly skilled than I am. They spent years of their lives practicing, killing and all I practiced for was the military. I don’t know why he still chooses me.” He scoffed. “I don’t even know a shit, how can I lead a whole empire?”

“You can if you learn to become a good leader.” She squats before him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Your father has a reason for choosing you, you might not know why now, but you will soon. I believe in your leadersh¡p, and no matter what, I will always stand by your side.”

He held her hand to his face, placing a soft k×ss on it. Their gaze met, and none wants to look away. She could feel his gaze, welcoming and devouring her at the same time.

Not that she did wanted Vito dead, but she felt his death would save her a lot. She knew Pablo taking over the empire would be a great help to her. She would be free from sleeping in the basement, she won’t have to feel any less than just being a maid. And most importantly, she won’t have to bother about Micheal anymore.

He k×ssed her.

He k×sses like a starved man, like he’d been waiting all this time. Holding back, like the probability of two of them doing this had occurred to him in the past. But he had set it aside, stored it away in a deep, dark place where it had grown into some thing fearsome bad out of control.

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To Be Continued…