What's mine is yours.

"Beniamino" I sigh in relief,

"What are you doing there?" I stand up and look around the room frantically.

"What's wrong Max?" he asks, placing both of my hands on either side of my hips I give out a frustrated growl.

"Everything is wrong. Here, look at this." I throw the key which lands near his foot,

"What is this?" he bends down and picks it up.

"Key which was hidden inside the flower pot." I wave my hand towards the muddy mess, his eyes drops to scan the area around my leg and lifts back at me.

"A key in a flower pot?" I nod.

"Well….now that's interesting." he chuckles and locks the door behind him, slowly he walks to me and crouches near the desk.

"What are you doing here?"

"Helping you?"

I scoff.

"I don't need any help, get out now."

"Maybe you do, gotcha!" he looks up me and grins,

"What?"

"Open the second drawer."

My fingers curl around the knob and pull it open, my eyes immediately catch the small opening inside.

"No!" Ben places his hand on my wrist, stopping me.

"Why?"

"If you open this it will be a never ending job and you won't be able to enjoy your wedding."

"But if I don't open he will change the place, who knows maybe we won't be able to find the truth." I argue,

"Ok then, take the stuff and hand it to me."

What? He pulls back his hand from my wrist and stands up.

"He is inside the building, if he sees either of us carrying whatever inside the drawer do you think he will go into a coma!? He will ruin everyone, including your special day."

"Then what is your actual plan!?"

"I know a worker herein, don't worry. I will bring the file right after the wedding, not now max."

I sigh and nod, I lift the small opening and pull out a stack of files.

Bastard, I am going to kill him!

I hand the files to Ben and walk out of the room leaving Ben to clean up all the mess.

Ben is one of my very loyal soldiers, also my friend. We have known each other for a very long time, but my relationship with Ben is far different from Calvo and Bee.

Ben is loyal and productive, he is the first person that comes to my mind when I want help other than the usual people. Ben is unusual, not like the rest of us.

He is the partner of many illegal stuff I want to do without anyone's knowledge.

In short, a friend nobody knows.

I walk out of the club and for a moment I stand near the door, shaking out all the confusion out of me and walking to my car.

When I pull open the door of my car, the phone chimes.

Father.

He can wait.

I settle inside and start the engine, the phone keeps on rigging, throwing me over the edge.

I intake a deep breath and connect the call to my car,

"Where the hell are you!!!???"

"Why!?"

"The day after tomorrow is your engagement and you chose to wander!!"

"Yes, I will wander even ON the day of my wedding! You have no right to question me."

I seethe.

"Yeah, I have no right to question you or be worried about what happened to you. But unfortunately your mom gave that responsibility to me! I know that you are the capo and all the boss crap, I get it! But Max I will be worried about you till the day I die. Now pack your shit from wherever you are and immediately come home, we have to choose the right suit for you. Oh! Wait, the date for the wedding is changed. Wedding will happen on the 7th day from the engagement day. We've got only one week to finish many important wo–'' I end the call without a warning.

JUST A WEEK!!!!

To be honest it is really well and fine with me to have the wedding within a week, it's not like I can't wait to marry her….maybe that also… but! I want to know what is inside those papers.

I want to unveil the secrets.

Marriage is on out of portion for me, the more my father is happy about it, the more i am nauseous

I see Marriage as nothing but a collaboration between two parties for a better future. I don't think I can give Melissa love. I am not that kinda man anymore.

Maybe If my mother was alive I would have been the dream boy for all the girls, unlike now…. They tremble for them under my ・stare. My intense gaze is enough for them to go into hiding.

Parents avoid showing their daughters but at the same time they die for their sons to work under my nose.

The car pulls back at the gate, I can already see the laughter and happiness bursting through the door.

I park the car at the gate and toss the keys to the guard in-charge, casually I walk through the driveway and past the fountain.

"Oh! There he is!" How on the new earth did he see me walking when he was behind the closed door!!! Why is he even shouting!?

I shake my head in amusement.

The doors are opened and my father stands at the entrance welcoming arms.

Weird.

"Why are you late?" He snakes

"Because I hate these things!" I mutter and walk further inside the mansion without giving a glance at him.

Two men in tailored suits come to my view, ther hands are gripping some kinda material.

black color, Navy blue, and so on. There is one pink color and unintentional laughter bubbles inside me, I turn to my father.

"Why are they here, to dress a circus? " I scoff

"No. They are here to dress up the clown" clown!? me!?

I give my stern look, his shoulder is jumping up and down in laughter.

"father."

"Here, come select what color you want"

"father."

"The size is already taken from their records and I hope you didn't-"

"dad!"

I place my hand on his shoulder.

His eyes grow big and his face looks ashen.

"yes, son" This is the first time after many years I have called him dad.

Before My Mother's loss Viviana and I used to call him Daddy & papa. The days after that made our relationship hard and there was no gap for emotions…

my lips pull up slightly, and my hand shoulder slightly massages the spot.

"I want your wedding suit."

For a moment his face goes through all kinds of emotion and finally his eyes gathers tears and he lets out a happy laughter

"Mine!?"

"Yes."

"What's mine is yours kid, But why!??"

"Since I was a little boy I had an eye on your wedding suit which was hanging in one corner of your closet, I just want to make my wish come true…see, nothing much!"

He pulls me to a tight hug.

"Ok ok, leave me! " I struggle to pull back without hurting him.

"Dad. "

"What?"

"Call me dad."

"No."

I push him back, before walking away I let my eyes roam around his happy face.

I hope I don't destroy this happiness.