chapter one - The Family
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“Francesco….”
Lorenzo Lombardy shouted in anger. His voice echoed the great hall. All family members ran hurriedly. They can feel the amount of anger that voice carried.
Alberto and Carla ran worriedly as they hear their father’s angry voice. Whole family assembled in five minutes. All faces were blank
“What happened Enzo” Agatha his wife asked him.
Ignoring his wife, he turned towards Danielle and asked “Where is your stupid husband”
“He is sleeping nonno” Danielle replied fearfully.
“How can he sleep after his foolish act last night. Bring him down.” Lorenzo ordered.
As the clock tickled Lorenzo become more impatient and irritated. Other family members looked puzzled as they had no clue of what is happening. But all were aware something happened. Something very important.
And Francesco walked down half lazy and half asleep. He decanted the stirs slowly followed by his wife Danelle.
“What the f**k you have done last night Ciccio”
“I don’t remember exactly nonno” Francesco replied in same lazy tone. He looked least bothered what ever Lorenzo was mentioning.
That is, its Lorenzo lost all his control. He slapped his grandson hard.
“Padre” Carla came close to her son and held him close to her.
“Don’t start defending him Carla before what this stupid son of yours done.” Lorenzo was burning.
“What he has done, padre” Alberto asked his father in law
“Last night in drunken state he raped a woman.”
All were stunned except Francesco. He was calm as if nothing happened.
“How can you so calm after committing so heinous crime Ciccio. Have thought of consequences.” Agatha asked.
“I am Bianchi Nona; my family will save me. Just like you saved Flavio recently.” Francesco’s voice was dead calm. He was damn sure what he was talking.
“Francesco” Lorenzo’s voice still filled with anger.
“I am ashamed of you. I am highly disappointed in you”.
“I am not alone Nonno, No one in this family is saint. Including my dear Nonno. Then why I am always blamed. Why I am always punished. It was always me. Just me” Francesco stated bluntly.
“It is not like that Ciccio” Carla tried to calm him down. But Francesco freed himself from his mother.
“I am always the prodigal son. The bad one. Whatever I do is always a crime. If Flavio done something like this, all were rush to save him because he is baby and I am not”
“Won’t you save my dad, Francesco asked mockingly looking at his father.” Alberto felt restless. Before Alberto could answer Federico, his elder brother cut in.
“Flavio or you, Ciccio both are equal for us. Don’t worry I will make everything right.” Federico promised.
“That is what big brothers are for” Francesco gave a wide smile. now he knew had won the game.
Francesco then looked at his wife and said
“Danelle my darling wife, use your dirty brain and get me out of these. Close the case before it began, Now I need long sleep, last night was really tiring for me”
Then Francesco walked back to his room leaving everyone in dilemma.
Lorenzo sat on couch sadly. As rest of family left only Gatha left with his husband. She sat with him
“I am tired Agatha, where our grandchildren going. First Flavio now Ciccio”
“Soon this will be over Enzo, Ciccio is our grandson, we need to protect him and our family name.”
“I know you are right Agatha but they have lost sense of direction. I feel pity for that girl. No money can bring back what she went through. I know I am not a saint as pointed by Ciccio. But I wanted a better life for my grandkids. Except girls, all my grandsons are rotted.”
Agatha Lombardy was silent. She knew her grandchildren are going out of hand. They are beyond redemption. She had a gut feeling this was not going over that soon. She felt a storm is coming. And her family is going shaken violently by that. This time everything felt different and wrong.
She suddenly felt wind is strongly blowing in her direction. Aphtha Lombardy be lived in omens.
And she felt this a beginning…….
And it was not a comfortable feeling.
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