Twisted Minds Book 2
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Cassandra Rock
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Chapter 1
LUCA
āLuca Marchesi,ā the guard announces, stepping into the cell block. I glance up from the newspaper Iām engrossed in. A middle-aged man with a bit of a belly is making his way toward me, clipboard in hand.
āYouāre getting out early. Your sentence has been reduced.ā
I canāt believe it. He knows I was supposed to be here for four years, right? Why on earth would they let me out after only six and a half months?
I rise from the table, an eyebrow raised as the guard nears. āReally?ā
āUnfortunately,ā he replies, his tone sharp. āBut it seems youāve lucked out.ā
A chuckle slips out as I meet his gaze. āIām always lucky.ā
And itās true, for the most part. Being an Acerbi, Iāve always managed to wriggle out of tight spots.
Even though I use a different name to keep my Mafia ties under wraps, I still enjoy the perks that come with my familyās reputation.
Once the guard sets me free, Iām led to fill out paperwork, still puzzled about why they decided to let me go.
Just eight months ago, I was in a packed bar, stabbing a guy in the throat with a broken beer bottle.
He didnāt survive, but thatās usually the goal when you stab someone.
I sign the paperwork, smirking at the unimpressed officers in front of me. āItās been a pleasure, gentlemen. Iām sure weāll cross paths again someday.ā
As I step outside, everything clicks into place when I spot my father leaning against his black SUV. Of course, heād fly all the way to Spain to check up on me.
I left Chicago eleven months ago to escape the drama that comes with my family.
My overbearing father, naive sister, and my clingy fiancĆ©e, who I didnāt even choose.
My mom is the least annoying of the bunch, but she has her moments.
āMarchesi, huh? Not proud to be an Acerbi anymore?ā my father asks as I approach the SUV.
Smug bastard.
āYouāre the boss. Shouldnāt you have better things to do than chase your son around the globe? Is this what happens when you get old?ā I snap back.
His attempt to assert his dominance irritates me. Thatās not going to happen. No one dominates me, especially not my father.
I can see the anger in his eyes as he grits out, āGet in the car, Luca. Weāre going back to Chicago. Alessandro is worried about your reliability and I canāt say I blame him.
āHis daughter is at home, wondering where her fiancĆ© is, and youāre in Spain, killing people.ā
āI wouldnāt call one person a killing spree,ā I retort, sliding into the SUV and straightening my white t-shirt. They donāt have ties in prison, but I prefer the casual clothes anyway.
My father slams the car door and starts the engine. āIāve had enough of your attitude.
āSofia is seventeen. Youāre committing to her within the next year, and if you mess this up, we could all end up dead.ā
āI swear youāre hard of hearing. How many times have I told you Iām not marrying that girl?ā
I slam my fist onto the dashboard. āIām not a one-woman man. I donāt want to be tied down or responsible for anyone, especially Sofia Romāā
Before I can finish her name, my fatherās forearm is pressing against my throat, his face red with rage.
āYou will respect me or youāll be the one with a broken beer bottle in your throat.ā
I try to laugh, but his arm is blocking my airway, slowly sapping my strength. But Iām not scared. The worst he can do is kill me. Itās bound to happen eventually.
When he finally lets go, he stomps on the gas, making the SUV lurch forward.
Heās quite a character, my father. Heās amusing, in a way. He raised me without my motherās input, and now he doesnāt like the monster he created.
Well, tough luck for him. This is all I know.
***
The jet ride back to Chicago is quick, and my first morning āhomeā is a twisted kind of nostalgia.
This room is filled with memories from my childhood, mostly bad ones. Iāve spent years trying to change it, painting the walls burgundy, getting new furniture.
But the memories of my father choking me or slapping me across the face are still there.
The dark walls make the room dim enough; the drapes are drawn and the room is practically pitch black, just the way I like it.
A knock on my bedroom door interrupts my dark tranquility. The door creaks open before I can even respond. My momās voice follows. āLuca, honey. Can I come in?ā
āIsnāt it a bit late to ask?ā
She doesnāt respond, but when the door swings open fully, I can see the sadness in her eyes. āIām sorry, I was just excited to see you.ā
I sigh softly, sitting up in bed and forcing a small smile for my mom. āNo, Iām just tiredā¦ Come in. Letās catch up.ā
She looks relieved, even a bit excited that I invited her in. She steps inside, closing the door behind her and walks over to my bed.
āHow was Spain? Did you get a nice break from everything?ā
āUntil dear old dad showed up, of course.ā
My momās gaze lands on my arm, where fresh ink is still healing. I got a new tattoo less than a week ago. āAnother tattoo? Youāre so much like your father, you know?ā
āIād like to think Iām a lot better looking than him,ā I joke, but I really hate it when my mom compares me to him.
Heās not even half the man I am. He hides behind his men while I face situations head-on.
āYouāre very handsome, Luca. You donāt need me to tell you that. But letās talk about Spain. Your father mentioned you were arrested under a different name.ā
āListen, Mom. Iām trying to be nice here, okay? But I donāt answer to you or anyone else, and I donāt owe you an explanation. So, letās end this conversation and mind our own business, okay?ā
If thereās anyone I have patience for, itās my mom. But I have so much anger inside me that even she canāt talk sense into me sometimes.
Thereās something inside me that makes me lack emotion, especially towards certain people.
The hurt on my momās face is obvious, but I couldnāt care less. Itās not any worse than what my father has done to her.
She forces a smile and steps back toward my bedroom door. āIām going to run to the store. Do you need anything?ā
I shake my head no without speaking and my mom leaves the room. I wonāt let people make me feel guilty for minding my own business.
When I get out of bed, I find my suits still in my closet where I left them, but I choose black jeans and a white t-shirt instead.
As a Mafia family, weāre supposed to be discreet, but thereās nothing discreet about wearing a suit all the time. If anything, itās just asking for attention.
I push my door open, and from across the room, I hear my twin sisterās annoying giggles. Sheās so immature.
I wonder if she knows Iām back in town. Sheād probably be thrilled. The last time I saw my sister, I had her pinned against the wall with a knife to her throat.
She had been pushing my buttons for too long, and once she started telling my father everything she knew about my relationship with Sofia, I had to scare her into silence.
If my dear mother hadnāt interrupted, I might have left a little scar as a reminder for her, but she was lucky.
Ariella is a total bitch. The little princess to our parents who can do no wrong. Itās embarrassing enough to be her brother, let alone her twin. Weāre nothing alike, Iām sure of it.
I decide not to bother her today, not right now. So, I head down the grand staircase, rolling my eyes when I see Sofia waiting at the bottom.
This is turning into an unwelcome homecoming party. Of course, my father would tell Alessandro and Sofia about my return.
āLuca,ā she says, smiling as I reach the bottom step, āmy father said you were back. I had to come see for myself if my missing fiancĆ© had actually returned.
āHow was Spain? I went there to surprise you a few months ago but youāre impossible to track down.ā
āYou know, darling. Usually, when someone is hard to find, they donāt want to be found.ā I stare at her, annoyed by her naivety. āTake a hint and get it through your fucking head thatāā
āLuca,ā my father interrupts, walking out of his office. His lips are pressed into a thin line and his eyes say heās not impressed.
Do I care? Not at all.
As he walks toward us, he smiles at Sofia. āLovely to see you, Sofia. I was talking with your father earlier. He said youād be stopping by to see Luca.ā
āNice to see you, Mr. Acerbi. Iāve missed Luca while he was away and was hoping to catch up.ā
āIām busy,ā I tell her before she can get her hopes up.
āYouāll make time for your fiancĆ©e,ā my dad tells me, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a piece of paper.
āGo to the new restaurant downtown. The owner owes me a favor. Tell them Valentino Acerbi sent you and enjoy the evening. Luca has been gone for a long time, you two have a lot to talk about.ā
This man really knows how to get on my nerves. Trying to control my life is one thing, but heāll never be able to force a woman into my life. Or make me spend time with her.
A smirk tugs at my lips, and I look at my father. āHow about you mind your own damn business and work on your own messed-up relationship? Iām sure you need it more than Sofia and I.ā
If Sofia werenāt here, my father would probably have a gun to my head or a knife to my throat. The fire in his eyes clearly says he wants to get his hands on me.
My father and I have had too many fights to count and Iām sure thatās not going to change anytime soon.
Iām pretty sure that if I werenāt his only son, my father would have killed me by now.
Luckily for me, Iām his legacy and he needs me around, whether he likes it or not. The only difference is, when I take his place, a lot of things are going to change.
Starting with where he stands in this business.
