DON OF THE SOUTH

Europe. . .

August 25th, 2021

Jennie Brooks Apartment {7: 59pm}

Walking towards my apartment, I ran my hand through my hair frustratedly, slamming my forehead with my purse. From how tired and nearly haggard looking I was, it was obvious I had had a bad day. For the entirety of today, I had been going about, trying to find a job but to no avail. All vacant job spots had already been taken, rendering me jobless and very pissed.

I got to the door, aggressively turned the knob and walked in. "Anyone home?!" I yelled, dejectedly slumping on the sofa in the sitting room.

No doubt, Lisa was in the kitchen. The aroma of the dinner she was currently preparing filled the whole house, causing my stomach to grumble. After such a horrible day spent walking about the city aimlessly, it was a given to be slammed in the face by hunger.

"Hey, baby," Lisa called sweetly, stepping out of the kitchen while carrying some delicacy in her hold. As fast as my wobbly legs could go, I dashed towards the dining area and grabbed a chair before planting my butt on the wooden furniture.

"Pasta!" I exclaimed happily, staring at the Italian dish sitting on the table and waiting to be consumed.

"For you, my love," she added as she proceeded to sit on a chair facing me.

"Thank you," I giggled happily, my earlier sour mood completely vanishing as I poured myself a glass of juice.

"You look tired," Lisa says, tilting her head to look properly at me.

"Of course, I am. Looking for a job every day non-stop without some sort of luck or achievement. It really sucks, Lisa," I grumbled through gritted teeth.

"Milk please?" Lisa whispered, asking politely. I stared at her for a minute before passing the milk over to her with a sigh.

"Thank you." She mouthed with a wink while I rolled my eyes at her.

"Where's Peter?" I inquired, grabbing a plate and some cutlery.

"I have no idea, Jennie," she replied, inhaling sharply as a frown marred her face, mirroring mine. I slowly dished out my meal as worrying thoughts filled my mind.

Where could my brother be? I thought mentally.

"I understand it's getting late already, but you've got to eat something. You look worn out, Jennie. Peter's no longer a kid and surely, he knows how to take care of himself." Lisa assured, passing me a small smile.

I have no other choice but to eat, so I faced my meal and began eating at quite a fast pace.

"Hey, slow down!" Lisa chastised with a disapproving frown on her face.

"I'm hungry, okay?" I grumbled through bloated cheeks, rolling my eyes at her. She sighed, rubbing her temples.

"You look somewhat exhausted, what happened?" I asked, concerned. Lisa looked up at me.

"I just came back from a funeral a while ago," she answered as she tensely grabbed a glass, gulping some water.

"Funeral?" I raised an eyebrow, eating my Pasta.

"Yeah my colleague at the office, her father died," she responded and I began choking.

"I warned you not to eat so fast!" She yelled banging her hands against the table with disgust and anger evident on her face. I flinched.

"Sorry," I muttered staring back at my food.

"A-and also sorry for the loss." I added, giving her a fleeting look. Of course, I understood what it felt like to lose a loved one.

"Peter should be back by now," she muttered, her eyes filled with regret as she not-so-subtly changed the topic. Her mouth was filled with pasta as she stood up, walked towards the door and looked outside.

I knew what she was doing — trying not to make me feel bad or recall what had happened with my deceased parents and brother. My mind flashed back to how we had left Spain for Europe, hoping for a greener pasture.

September 25th…. 2019

Mum grabbed my hair roughly as she pushed me against the wall. I screamed out painfully while clasping my head, my eyes quickly filling with tears. Peter stood at a corner, trembling as he wept.

"Please stop mum, please stop!" I shrieked, begging but she wouldn't stop as she attacked me again.

"What have I done to deserve all these ill treatments, mum?" I wept bitterly as I sniffled countless times. I tasted something metallic in my mouth. My blood.

"I am not your mother, you wretched dimwit!" She growled as she grabbed my hair again and landed a resounding slap on my face, sending me to the floor. "I am not your biological mother!" She added, scowling so intensely at me.

Shocked to the core, my eyes grew wide in utter bewilderment as I stared with my mouth open. What was she saying? This was the only woman I knew to be my mother. How could she deny me? Now claiming to not be my mother after knowing her for the past three years since I narrowly survived the accident, which she told me, had resulted in my amnesia.

How could she so openly declare to not be my biological mother? T-then who is she?!

"Mu-mum. What are yo-you saying, mum?" I stuttered, tears rolling down my cheeks. Standing up gradually, I held my throbbing cheeks while she chuckled devilishly, rolling her eyes.

"I am not your mother. Don't you get it?! Your godforsaken mother is long dead and gone. So is your father!" she yelled again before turning and rushing towards the baby crying in the cot. Ever since little adam was born, Mum's attitude towards us had changed. She was no longer the woman I once knew.

"Kate!" Dad called as he dashed into the room. Peter hurriedly went to hug him while I stood, numbed in tears.

"What have you done this time Kate?! Why can't you let these kids be, huh?! My children!" He yelled angrily while mum scoffed scornfully.

"Your children?! Seriously, Jake?! Like are you being serious right now?!" she frowned, sneering as she carried the baby to breastfeed him.

"Let's go, Jennie," Dad said intensely as he moved towards me and dragged me outside with Peter.

"Come back here, Promise! Promise!" Mum screamed crazily, but dad ignored her.

We got to the parking lot and Dad opened the car door, he brought out some wipers and used them to clean our faces while we sobbed.

"Hey, it's okay, sweethearts," he patted our shoulders while we nodded.

"Dad who are our biological parents?" Peter asked sadly with his head bent low.

"Ignore your mum, okay? She's just not in a good mood. She never meant whatever she said," Dad replied with a smile, although it looked strained and fake.

"No, dad! Tell us! We need to know the truth!" I yelled, feeling anger bubbling in my guts. I sensed that Dad was lying. Mum meant every fucking thing she said.

"Bu-but," he stuttered.

"No buts, Dad!" I cut him off immediately, clutching my fists while he heaved a sigh.

"Fine,” he sighed again. “But I'm really sorry for saying this, my child. We aren't your biological parents but your foster parents, Jennie," he said with a sad expression.

I felt as if the world had come to a standstill. I held peter's shoulder for support, utterly sick to the stomach as Dad told us the whole story about the accident.

"So you guys are not our biological parents and I also had a brother alongside my parents who died?" I trembled slightly, disheartened.

"Yes, Jennie," Dad responded, his head bent low, seemingly in shame as Peter and I held each other, craving the comfort of each other.

"Thank you for helping us and not leaving us to die but I've got to say this," I said, disengaging from Peter.

"We won't be living in your house anymore," I said firmly staring at the man I knew as my own father all my life. I wish we could stay because he was a good man, but I can no longer bear the maltreatment I endlessly receive from my foster mother.

"I understand," he said, staring away. I could feel the pain in his voice, of course, because he genuinely loved us. So did my foster mother, but not until she changed after giving birth to her first child, whom I had originally thought was my kid brother.

"We wouldn't want to stay in this country either, Da—Mr. Promise. Please, do us a favour of buying two tickets for us to Europe," I added positively.

"But how would you guys survive?" He asked worriedly.

"That's our cross to bear, sir. Don't worry about us." Peter replied while dad sighed deeply, caressing his forehead tiredly.

"Europe it is, then," he said inhaling deeply with a sad smile playing on his lips.

Back to the present day. . .

September 25th, 2021

And that was how Peter and I moved to Europe. My foster father got us an apartment, but after a few months, we never heard from him again. Good thing I met Lisa.

Lisa has been our backbone ever since. She's from a wealthy home but got disowned by her parents after she got pregnant for her crazy boyfriend, who in turn, denied the pregnancy and broke up with her, leaving her shattered and broken.

Having lost the baby, we both searched aimlessly for a job and luckily she got one, but now, I'm the only one left looking for a vacant job. Although we tended to live and survive together, it still wasn't easy since life itself has been so unfair to us but we still managed to pull through each day. I couldn't be more grateful.

"He's not here yet," I heard her say, jolting me out of my thoughts.

"Do you suggest we look for him?" I implied.

"Possibly. We could if you want," she shrugged, closing the door as she walked back to the dining area.

"That boy won't be the death of me." I muttered under my breath.

"He's a man, he can do whatever he wants. You can't babysit him always, Jennie," she said, obviously she had heard me. I chuckled at her word "babysit".

"I don't mind babysitting a grown-up man." I shrugged, snickering. Of course, I can't just kid around.

"You've got to go rest now, you look exhausted," she added while I shook my head negatively.

"I'm not," I opposed just as a traitorous yawn escaped my mouth. She gave me the, ‘I told you so’ look before I grabbed my purse.

"Fine, Miss Lisa," I stood up and tied my hair up properly.

"Good night and thanks for the meal." I whispered, grinning while she rolled her eyes at me, smiling.

I turned and walked towards my room, I was stressed out and needed a rest. Looking for a job in Europe isn't easy at all. I was lost in thoughts that I almost missed a step.

"Shit!" I cursed, turned the doorknob and got inside my room. Not caring to take a shower, I slumped on the bed and dozed right off.

Lucas Matteo Rossi's Resident. {9:20 pm}

"Oh baby, oh yeah, fuck baby! This is heaven!" the Italian bitch moaned loudly, her eyes closed as she caressed her breasts while I slammed into her honey pot with my big tool. I used my fingers to fondle her right nipple before brushing my thumb on her red soft lips while she held tightly onto the pillows.

Soon enough, I got bored of the same style, so I pulled out. Rolling her over, I made her kneel and bend while I slid my dick with so much ease into her asshole in what we call the doggy style.

"Oh yeah, ba…" I didn't let her finish her statement before I slid out and slid into her again with full force.

"Ah!" She cried out. I saw some droplets of tears from the corner of her eyes which made me harder as I banged her more.

"Call my name!" I ordered, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back roughly.

"Oh Luke, you're so f-fucking sweet, you're a sex god, Lucas!" She cried out holding onto the headboard like her life depended on it. In no time, I felt her jerking and her body wiggling.

I was about to come when I quickly pulled out. Ordering her to go on her knees, I pumped my dick, watching as my savoury sperms blessed her face.

"Ah, oh my…" she moaned licking up my cum. She couldn't hold my dick because of her quivering body, so instead, she licked the tip of my dick, making me groan. I walked over to the dressing mirror, grabbed some bundles of dollars and threw it across to her.

"Leave!" I ordered harshly, but still feeling her gaze on me.

"But I thought we..we were a thing…" she stuttered while I shot her a hard glare.

She quickly picked her money and clothes, leaving the room half-naked. I groaned, ambling towards the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Being the most feared and richest mafia Don had its advantage. The women, the fame and wealth, the fear in everyone's eyes. But sometimes everything seemed somehow ridiculous.

"Lucas," I heard a familiar voice. That must be Sheila, my ex-girlfriend. Wonder what's she doing here.

I opened the bathroom door, stepping out with just a towel around my waist when she turned swiftly, drooling hungrily at the sight of my half-naked body while I walked towards the dressing mirror to apply some lotion, paying no attention to her.

"What are you doing here, Sheila? We are done, I made it clear to you over the phone," I said while I turned to look at her. She gulped nervously.

Okay when did Sheila start getting nervous? She had always been that crazy and fearless girl I knew.

"You can't just get rid of me like that, Lucas," she began sobbing.

Okay here we go, I must say I dislike what's happening right now.

"Sheila, don't make this hard on yourself. I don't love you, okay?"

"But you said you did!"

"I never said so, I only said be my girlfriend." I defended

“Oh really, Lucas? You know what? Y-you, I hate you! I hate you so much. Read my lips, you will PAY FOR THIS!" She exclaimed before leaving the room and banging the door loudly.

I heaved a sigh, walking over to the bed. Good thing I wasn't with my gun, I'd have blown off her fucking head the moment she stepped into this room. Utterly relieved, I slumped on the bed, drifting off to sleep.