Pablo returned to the dinning room and the first person he sighted was Micheal as he happily chatted with Fred and the other men.
Anger was boldly written on his face and thankfully, no one was looking at him. No one was going to ask him what the problem was. He sat on his seat, the appetite to take any thing was totally gone.
He looked at his father who was staring back at him with a questioning look. Pablo wasn’t ready to answer any one, so he picked up a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter, then puffing on it.
Deep inside of him, he fights the anger already burning in his inside. He wasn’t gonna look at Micheal’s direction to avoid his father noticing.
The merriment was over and every one departed to their various rooms. Micheal and Fred held each other as they walk to their rooms drunk. One of the men approached Pablo as he headed to his room.
“The boss wants to see you.” He informed.
Pablo changed direction, heading to his father’s room. He offered a knock on the door. “It’s me, father.” He announced.
“Come in.” Vito permitted.
Pablo entered, making himself comfortable on one of the sofa. He hasn’t stop smoking, he still had his cigarette in between his first and second fingers.
“Have you reconsidered on our conversation?” He asked.
“Not yet. And honestly, I don’t think I am ready to take over the empire. I’m sorry.” He insisted be wasn’t going to lead the group.
Vito nodded his head. “I’ll keep trying my best.”
“Just stop this bullshit, okay? Micheal is the best figure for this leadership and not me. I can’t quit my career because of this, because I wanna meet up to the standard father wants. My job is the most important thing, if I lose it, I lose every thing.”
“Not every one.” He added.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“What happened back there at the dinning room? You looked angry and mad at some one. Did some thing happened?” He asked, changing the topic.
“No. I remembered what happened at Jonathan’s warehouse, and it got me pissed off. Just angry I didn’t do more than I should have done.” He lied.
“It doesn’t matter any more, the most important thing is that you ki||ed him and erased every thing without getting caught.”
If only he knows that wasn’t the main reason for his anger, he wouldn’t have asked at the first place.
Clarabelle had forced Anastasia not to go back to the basement. Meanwhile, Micheal went to check on her for a round two but was disappointed to see that Anastasia wasn’t there.
He turns to leave but stopped on seeing Pablo standing by the door side with his both hands in his pockets.
“Expecting some one else?” Pablo asked.
“No. I just wanted to check if she has escaped.”
“Has she?”
“How am I supposed to know? Why are you here?” He asked back.
“Well, you caught me. I was just about to spend some time with her, but since you’re here and she isn’t, I’ll take my leave.” He turns to leave.
“So you do meet her at night?” He asked, stopping him in his track.
He turns to Micheal. “I meet every one at night. It’s such a pity you are here and you don’t know what’s going on. Now I see why father never wants to involve you into his personal life because all you think of is nothing but yourself. You claim to be the first child of the Escobar and yet, there’s no proof in it. You’re just nothing. Nothing.”
Michael grew angry at his words. He held his shirt, slamming him against the wall. “Say that again.”
“You’re nothing, just a bunch of garbage trying to prove the whole world. I’m sorry, did I say some thing wrong?” He mocked.
Michael chuckled. “No, you didn’t.” He threw a punch on Pablo’s face, sending another on the other cheek. “You just passed a message to me, @$$h0le.” He blew his cheek again, and when he tried to land another punch, Pablo held his hand.
“Big mistake.” He smacked his head on Micheal’s forehead.
Micheal loosened his grip from his shirt, rubbing his forehead. Pablo slapped him with the back of his hand, sending him to the ground. He came close but Micheal kicked his legs, and he fell with a knee. Micheal kicked his face with his leg, but Pablo wedged himself with his hand.
Micheal stood up, about to grab his neck but Pablo was so fast to hold his hands, kicking him by the stomach. A loud groan escape his mouth, and when he bent to hold his stomach, Pablo kicked his nose.
Micheal rubbed his affected nose only to see blood had already started rolling out from it. “That’s enough.” Pablo said but Micheal wasn’t ready to give up so easily.
Pablo went to the door like he was trying to run, Micheal laughed. “You wanna run? Huh? Get back here, Ďïčk.” He comes forward to hit Pablo and Pablo quickly held the door knob, hitting it on Micheal’s body. As Micheal tries to dodge himself from the door, Pablo grabbed his neck, smacking his head hard against the door.
“f_ck!” Micheal screamed as his nose made contact with the door. While he rubbed his nose, Pablo once again kicked him, sending him back to the ground.
“I always boost of your strength, now I see you’re nothing but a pathetic empty bug. Go work on yourself if you wanna save your life, with this $h|t you were doing here, it’s probably gonna take your life.” He turns to leave but stop, not sparing him a glance. “And get yourself treated too.” He left.
Micheal grunts, standing up to his feet. He can’t believe he was defeated by his younger brother. What was he thinking that he could let Pablo have him on the ground twice?
Now he has seen who his real problem is. Not Anastasia, not any one but him. . . Pablo.
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To Be Continued…