07. Sinful Book 2

Antonio POV

"Antonio,"

"Father"

I looked at the man that was supposed to be my father. Well, biologically he is, but emotionally, he wasn't. Carlos Rivera, the man I hated with everything in me. Why was he at the engagement party when he was not Aliyah's step-father anymore.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, pushing Sewa behind me softly. The man was a whore, and it wouldn't be the first time he tried to take a girl from me.

"At least greet me properly, Son," he smiled, while his eyes were farting behind me to see who I was desperately trying to hide from his view.

"Babe?" Sewa tugged at my suit. I turned to her; when I saw the look in her face, I regretted turning to face her. She had that "fix-it-Felix" look on her face. I rolled my eyes. There was nothing she could do or say that would make me amend my relationship with the man. It was a rotten relationship and it wasn't worth saving.

"At least take him outside, y'all are making a scene," she whispered. That was true, the music had stopped and almost everyone were gathered around us, trying to figure out what was happening.

"If you have anything to say to me, let's go outside," I calmed myself to say the words. Lord knows if it were up to me, I would've called security on the man.

I adjusted my suit, placed a kiss on Sewa's forehead for good luck, ruffled Diego's hair, then made my way out of the hall, not checking back once if the man was following behind me or not.

Immediately I stepped out, the music was put back on.

The hate I had for Carlos was almost spiritual, I hated the thought of being in the same space with hi, it drove me crazy; it was driving me crazy, so much that I wanted to bawl my eyes out. I hated the man that much.

"Antonio, Antonio, look how responsible you've become, what did that girl do to you. I'm guessing she's the magic behind it?" He laughed.

"Keep her name out your mouth! Watch what you say to me, as you know, I have low tolerance for you," I rolled my eyes at the man. I had to give it to him, he knew how to rile me up.

"I don't even know her name, Son," he laughed, adjusting his suit.

"Why are you here?" I asked him. He looked like he didn't have any agenda for being present, or maybe he just came to piss me off.

"Sabrina kept running her mouth about how her daughter was getting married, I came to see for myself how true it was. Honestly, I didn't think I'd see you here, giving your history with said bride-to-be," he took out a cigarette from his pantsuit, coupled with a lighter.

Carlos knew about Aliyah and I. It was one of the reasons why he had to divorce Sabrina, Aliyah's mother.

I was still grieving over my mother's death, which was heavily caused by Carlos, he had said the meanest things to her that night and she took her own life; just the thought of it alone still hurts to this day.

Carlos came home one day after work, one month after my mother's death, with Sabrina on his arm; he shot me a disgusted look and said:

"She's your new mom, get over yourself," it was the coldest thing he ever said to me. And that was the start of my rebellious ways.

At the young age of 17, I made it my goal to destroy anything Carlos thought could make him happy. At the time, I didn't know Sabrina had a daughter, because Aliyah was schooling in another country.

Carlos and Sabrina stayed married for two years before Aliyah came through; her relationship with her mom was the same I had with my dad, so we formed an alliance to make sure the pair fight everyday. Aliyah and I did the worst things, we stole, we beat up people, we took hard drugs, just so Carols and Sabrina would regret ever coming together, we did it all to spite them, but they never seemed bothered until the day Carlos caught Aliyah and I fucking. Carlos' anger was soothing, the way he yelled and cussed at everyone made me the happiest I had ever been since my mother's death; Aliyah felt the same, so we just kept doing it, fucking each other, until the divorce happened a year later.

Carlos thought of disowning me, so I started struggling to make a name for myself just to rub it on his face, and I was satisfied.

"I know right? Funny how these things happen," I smiled at him.

"You look like you're done here. It will do us good if you leave from here; you've seen Aliyah and you know she's going to get married for real, now you leave and never, ever, ever, go anywhere close to her, okay?" I smiled at him.

"This her you speak of makes me think you're not talking about your dear sister, it's the other girl," he laughed, puffing out smoke.

"Nice to know you still think with that brain of yours. I don't want to see you again!" I took up his personal space, towering over the man.

"You won't, but she will. Have a nice evening, Son," Carlos tapped on my shoulder. I watched his eyes as it moved from me to something- of rather, someone, behind me. I turned immediately, sensing it was Sewa; it was.

"You look very lovely, dear" Carlos smirked at Sewa.

"Oh, thank-" I ran up to Sewa, dragging her away from Carlos's view before she could complete her sentence.

Carlos was not the man to say a "thank you" to; he was too dirty for anyone to be polite to him.

"What is wrong with you? Why would you drag me away like that?" Sewa yelled at me. I was already annoyed, and the last thing I wanted to do was fight with Sewa, she had become my peace, and when arguments start spiraling up, it was going to be very hard to stop. I knew Sewa well and I knew myself, it was hard for us to let one win whenever we argued.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, keeping my head down.

"What was that all about anyway? Didn't you say he's your father?" She asked.

"This is not the time or place for this conversation. I'm not in my best mood, and I don't want to get you angry with me, so please, it's either we go back to the party, or we go home. What's it going to be?" I asked her.

"Aliyah would hang us if we left. We can talk at home when you're in a better mood," Sewa wrapped her arms around my waist; her action calming me already. I loved this woman.