***Hello everyone....i just wanted to thank you all for your support... this chapter is deep and different and totally unexpected..i hope you like it...errors should be better lol...but plz read and enjoy:)***Koco***
*
Tony had never had never said that to a woman before. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he would tell a woman she was his and actually mean it.
He knew Bianca had been hurt, and no matter how much he wanted to act like he hadn't been hurt as well he couldn't. Bianca's hurt was bone deep and was on another level than his hurt but it didn't mean that his hurt was any less important. The more he had been helping Bianca with her demons the more his had been reappearing.
The truth is that he had to work hard to be the nice guy he seemed to be. But if anyone dared to look close enough he wasn't so nice. He'd had to fight his way through life, and he'd come out on top but he couldn't say the same for others. No matter what he did lately he couldn't get his sordid past off his mind.
He was wondering what Bianca would think when he told her the things that made him the person he was today. In the world where he grew up you couldn't just sit back and wait for good things to come to you. In his old life if you wanted something you had to take it and make no apologies.
Tony grew up in a world many thought they knew, but in reality they knew nothing. People thought what they saw on television was the real thing, but living as a part of one of the most cut throat neighborhoods in the Bronx was no joke especially when you were apart of the Family that ran it.
Anthony didn't know he long he could keep his secret from Bianca. All he knew was that he couldn't keep it from her, and that he would have to tell her some time soon. Tony knew that if he didn't tell her soon someone else would and he couldn't let that happen. He had been running for the last three years trying to break his ties with the Family, but it seemed like they were catching up with him.
He didn't know why they wouldn't just let him live his life as a photographer. The only reason he could guess was that he had proved long ago that just because he was not aggressive, like his brothers and father, that he was not one to be fucked with. Even though his family thought he was delusional in thinking that he could lead the simple life of photographer when he was really a killer.
He hated that word though, 'killer', but soon he wouldn't be able to hide from it any longer, because they were coming for him. Tony could feel it in his bones that his life was about to change, but no matter what he wouldn't let Bianca go. He just hoped that she would understand. At least I got to live in peace for awhile he thought, just before drifting to sleep.
As Tony drifted to sleep Bianca was wide awake thinking about how much her life had changed. she never would have thought that she would find a man to love her like Tony seemed to. He took care of her and made her feel like she was meant to be pampered. No one had ever made her feel that way before.
Bianca knew she would have to deal with her feelings for him soon because it was something new and very foreign to her. Little by little her armor was being dented, and if he kept it up those dents would soon be holes. Bianca loved this feeling and she hoped it would last for a long long time, but in the back of her mind she knew something was going to happen soon. She just didn't know what. And I don't want to know she thought as she went to sleep.
BANG! BANG! BANG! "What the hell!" Tony yelled as he flipped out the bed. He looked over at the clock and shook his head as he headed toward the door. Who would be banging on his door at seven on a Sunday morning, this was a day of rest. The banging started again just as he snatched the door open. He was just about to give whoever it was the tongue lashing of their life, but when he looked up the words died on his lips because he was face to face with Antonio Marcato Sr., his father.
" Hello junior... took me awhile, but I found you." Marcato looked at his oldest son for a few more seconds before he spoke again.
"You were really smart this time boy, translating your name. I have to tell you, even I wouldn't have thought of that. But you can see now that I did end up figuring it out."
Tony didn't know what to say to his father. He knew they would catch up to him soon but he didn't know that they would catch up to him this soon. The only thing he could think about was how was he going to tell Bianca, and about how she would take this news.
"Father, what are you doing here?" Tony asked the dumb question with a hard edge to his voice.
He already knew why his father had come for him and he refused to let the old man take sway him back into the life. Anthony looked at his father and felt as if he was looking into the future. Even though his father was nearing 60 he was still in prime shape he looked as if he could still take on the world and win, but for some reason Marcato didn't think he could any longer.
"Look son, let me come in and we'll talk about this." Marcato said as he didn't wait for Tony to let him in. Marcato walked into Tony's apartment as if he owned it. Tony couldn't do any thing but let him through.
As Marcato sat down, with his bodyguards by his side, he motioned for his son to do the same.
"Dad, look I don't want to be apart the life. Why can't you understand that and let me move on?" Anthony asked just as he had the last time they had had this discussion.
"You know why Junior. This what you were born to do and until you realize that I won't leave you alone. This life is the life I fought for many years to rule and now it is your turn." Marcato said wholeheartedly.
"But Dad I'm happy being a photographer and......well I'm happy and I want to stay that way." Tony said thinking twice before he mentioned Bianca. He wanted to keep her as far away from his father as possible.
He didn't want to give his father ammunition to use against him, and Bianca was most definitely a weakness.
"Why won't you just turn the business over to Nicolai, he would be happy running it for you."
"That is a simple answer boy, he is weak, he can not handle this kind of pressure. You were revered in our world. When you were by my side I watched you and was so proud of the man you had become. Son, people feared you as they do the devil. And that is what I need and lets not forget, you are ruthless, cutthroat, but also wise. What can I say; it's in the genes." Marcato said that quip with the same wicked grin Tony gave Bianca.
Tony couldn't deny a word his father had said. During the short time that he lived the life he had made sure people would know that the Marcato Family was not to be fucked with. Tony had killed first and asked questions never. If you so much as looked at him too long you might not have eyes in the next instant. He had been on top of the world. Millions of dollars came to him in the blink of an eye, and women for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Antonio Marcato Jr. didn't want for anything. But the life came with its price, and he learned soon enough that everything that glitters ain't gold.
"But, I'm not that man anymore and I wish you would stop trying to turn back the hands of time for me. You may be proud of the man I was but I'm not. I didn't like the man I had become, and I'm telling you now that I am Anthony Strong and always will be."
Changing the subject Anthony asked, "So, how is Mama?"
"Oh your mother is fine, if you would stop running away you could see her more often.'' Marcato said laying on some guilt.
"If you would just accept me for me I wouldn't have to running away." Tony said right before a knock sounded at the door. His head snapped up quick. It could only be one person; Bianca.
Bianca knocked on the door again wondering what was taking him so long to open the door. She knew he was up because she could hear footsteps on the other side. Before she could knock again a man she didn't recognize opened the door. He was wearing what looked like a Hugo Boss black suit, his hair was slicked back. The first thing that ran through her mind was who is the man and that he looked like he had stepped right out of a mafia movie.
Bianca was just about to ask where Tony was when he moved in front of the man and pulled the door closed behind him as he stepped out into the hallway.
"Bianca what are you doing here?"
"Well I thought I would drop by to see you for a minute." She replied a little hurt by the harsh way he had asked the question.
She didn't know why he was being so short with her, but she would soon find out.
Before Tony could even try to explain his curt tone the door opened, and Marcato stepped out and spoke.
"Son, this must be the lovely Bianca. How nice to meet you Bella." Marcato said reaching around Tony to kiss Bianca's hand. As soon as the words left his fathers' mouth Tony whipped his head around to look his father in the eye.
