Mafia Wars: The Uprising Billionaire

11 Heated Argument

''No, old man, you don't get it at all, huh?'' Antonio bellowed as he paced around the room.

''Hey, boy relax.'' The Chairman, Diego Lancaster, replied from where he stood at the centre of the room.

''Don't tell me to relax.'' Antonio snapped, his eyes turning bloodshot.

''This is exactly the reason it decided to bow out of this whole game in the first place.'' Antonio's arm flared, slamming his hand on the long wooden table.

''Now I decided to come back again, and just a few minutes after, I was almost assassinated.''

''Assassinated for crying out loud,'' Antonio yelled.

''Yet, you're here telling me to relax? Relax for what exactly, Old man?'' Antonio's gaze pierced into Diego's.

''Boy, you need to chill.'' Diego's old, but vibrant voice resounded in Antonio's ears.

However, he wasn't ready to listen to Diego's rant. He was fuming, and he needed somewhere to vent all his frustration.

''I should chill?'' Antonio walked forward, moving closer to Diego, avoiding the furniture in the room.

''Just a bit of carelessness, and Michele could've been… could've been.'' Antonio bit his lips hard, not daring to finish what was in his head.

''Son-''

''Don't son me uncle, enough of all these bloody games.''

Bang!

Diego struck his black walking stick to the ground, his eyes stern.

''Papa.''

''Call me Papa, you punk.:' Diego yelped, his eyes momentarily closing in frustration.

Antonio shrank back, seeing Diego close his eyes, even though he was furious and acted in an impulsive manner, he still knew better than to push the old man beyond what he could tolerate.

However, that didn't mean he was going to back down without giving him a piece of his words.

''Papa? Old man, tell me which father allows his sons to suffer the way you made us did?'' Antonio's voice was sharp, and resolute, as it echoed in the large room radiating with amber light, and warmth from the fireplace.

''Fine, I knew I agreed to turn down the deal on the condition that you wouldn't interfere in my life, regardless of what happened, but enough…'' Antonio shrieked.

''Old man, even if you'll shut me out of your life because of the deal, Michel is innocent, and he didn't deserve all the mistreatments, and pains he's passing through.'' He clenched his fists, his eyes softening, and his facial muscles contorted with mixed feelings.

''He's your little nephew for fuck’ sake, old man, you're too callous and inhumane.''

Pat!

Antonio's head jerked back as Diego's hand connected to his face, striking him with the back of his left hand. The slap reverberated across the room, and everything fell into silence for a moment.

''W-what?'' Antonio murmured, his eyes reddening, lacking focus.

He touched his right cheek, which still felt hot from the slap, making his lips part, but no word left his mouth. He had yet to digest what just transpired.

''Now you watch your language, you brat!''

Diego's sharp tone jolted Antonio from his discordant state, as he snapped back to reality.

''You said I was callous? No, you are stupid and lack foresight, you damn brat.'' Diego once again struck his staff on the tiled, grey floor.

''You didn't consider what was going to happen when you rejected the deal? You even created those stupid rules yourself, just to leave this place.''

''Oh, you thought the little peanut you made was going to suffice you and Michele? And that nothing could come your way? You created the rule punk, and all I did was abide by the rule, lest you say I was interfering in your life once more.'' Diego blurted out, making Antonio freeze.

''I-''

''Shut it.'' Diego cut Antonio off.

''You are too stubborn and foolish… you know you have an old man out there, and even when the whole jail matter came up you decided to shut up and take control of things by yourself.'' Diego berated in a stern voice.

''Yes, I know about everything damn thing that has been happening, but I decided not to interfere, if I did that you wouldn't have realized how foolish you were to believe that you can shoulder everything by yourself.''

''Oh, because you became a billionaire at twenty-one, you thought the world revolves around you, and everyone must bend according to your will? You're twenty-eight now, so tell me , where's the riches that clouded your thinking.''

Diego was about to continue when one of the bodyguards knocked and entered with a long file.

''Boss, we are to-''

''Get the hell out of this place, are you blind or dumb?'' Diego pointed his staff at the bodyguard with a sharp gaze, cutting him off.

He adjusted his suit and slumped into the black armchair behind him. Diego afterwards sipped from the glass cup of water on the small, golden table, placed adjacent to the armchair.

''Ahem.'' Diego faked a cough.

''You've made me talk more than I've done in a decade, you little punk.''

Ahem!

Diego coughed again, wiping his mouth with a white handkerchief.

Silence once again enveloped the room as the two men wondered in their own thoughts. Antonio's lips trembled, but he eventually bit his lower lip to clear his head. However, one could feel his quivering body, and his ashen face.

His old man's talk felt like a bucket of cold water splashed on his face. He hadn't thought that far to see his mistake, all these years, he had only blamed people for all that happened to him, but what about his own decision?

Even though he didn't say it, the guilt that rippled from his eyes was enough to tell everyone what he was feeling at the moment.

''Son…'' Diego sighed.

His eyes remained on Antonio, and that lasted for several seconds before he rose to his feet, closing in on Antonio. He patted his shoulder and released a self-deprecating smile.

''Sorry, this old bone got carried away.'' Diego caressed Antonio's cheek, which still had his hand imprint.

''Do you want ice cream?''

''What?'' Antonio blurted out, his eyes agape.

''Old man, I'm not a kid any longer, and no, I don't want your ice cream.'' Antonio retorted, shocked that this man had not let go of his old tricks.

'And who in their right mind offers ice cream in this weather?' He murmured to himself, evading Diego's gaze.

''Hmph, you're still the spoiled little brat before this old man, so tell me, coffee? Pizza? Or chilli pasta, I know you loved that.'' Diego laughed.

Antonio was going to retort when the door opened.

''You dimwits I swear I'm going to shoot you all.''

Just when things were getting better between him and Antonio, these minions of his, had to come interrupt them.

''Chairman, it's urgent.'' The pale man in a dark suit muttered.

''And what could be that urgent that you can't -''

''It's about the attempt of assassination.''

''What?''

Both Antonio and Diego turned their heads in the pale man's direction, their eyes narrowing.