99.
Castillo's POV
I grinned at the photo in my right hand, my thumb grazing the edges. Regina had always been beautiful and her smile seemed to always melt my heart in a way I couldn't understand.
I didn't know why I was still holding unto my feelings for her. It has been more than ten years now and it's crazy how I kept on falling in love with her every minute.
Strange. I thought I discarded the crush I had on her when she got into a relationship with that rascal— Alessandro. We had never been on good terms and it seemed like he was taking Regina gradually away from me— breaking the relationship between us at every damn kiss.
Regina was head over heels for him and I knew she still had a thing for him in her heart even though they've broken up now.
When I told her I love her she just takes it as a joke, she saw me as her friend, not someonle she should fall in love with.
She felt it was…. forbidden. Abnormal but I wanted her while she just keeps drifting away, getting herself into shitty messes and stuff.
I sighed, dropping the photo on the nightstand. I ran my fingers through my hair as I sip from the glass of wine placed on the night stand.
My mind whirled with a lot of thoughts as I lie on the bed. Maybe she didn't want me because of how complicated my family was.
I didn't even know whom my real mom was. I just kept living under the pretense of loving my Stepmom even though I despise her. We used to act like happy family in front of dad but when he's away, she would shed her sheepskin.
A groan escaped my lips as I set my eyes on my phone's screen. God, she was calling. No, I wasn't ready for her tantrums.
She was one of the reasons why I left Chicago, her troubles were too much for me to handle. Elizabeth was pretty obsessed with getting her son to be the Clan's leader but dad felt he wasn't responsible enough to handle the Clan's affairs.
"What now, Elizabeth?" I rubbed my forehead, trying to ease the frustration settling in. I just had to pick up her call since she wouldn't stop dialing.
"Is that a nice way to greet your stepmom, not even an "hi" ?" I could imagine the fake smile on her face right now. She had always been good at concealing her true feelings beneath the facade.
"It's pretty late in Italy. I'd advise you check the time zone before giving a call." I replied, my tone harsh.
"No you can't sleep, Castillo. A bastard doesn't get to sleep when he doesn't set his way right!" Elizabeth snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.
"Dario keeps brooding all because you've failed to do what's right." She paused and let out a dry chuckle, "do I even give a fuck? You've proven more than enough that you're not interested in keeping the family's legacy moving, yes, but I need you to explain better to Dario, he thinks my son is irresponsible but you're the one is, you're the bastard who left your Clan and chose to let a woman rule over you."
I tightened my fists in anger, gritting my teeth. "How dare you, Elizabeth?!" I growled, "I thought I set this plain, I'm not interested in your cheap talks. I don't want to do what dad wants, your son can rule for all I care. And if Dad doesn't allows that you don't have to blame it on me? I don't fucking control his mind!"
"Dang you, Castillo!" She seethed, her fierce words piercing through my ears. "You have two days, two days to convince Dario in making my son the head or you'd be sorry for yourself. You'll be lost just like your mom and never come back just like she did."
The other end went silent and I pulled the phone away from my ear, tossing it aside. I rubbed my forehead, clenching and unclenching my fists in anger.
I left the room and went to the mini bar at the living room to get some more wine more stronger than the one I had earlier. I needed to clear off my head but it seemed impossible.
Elizabeth's words wouldn't stop ringing in my ears. She seemed to know a lot about my mother which I didn't know.
She had been away since I was little and I was curious to know what really happened to her.
Shit! I growled, hitting my fist on the table in front of me. Pulling off my shirt, I moved out of the living room. I needed more air and some cool breeze to blow away the tension building up inside of me.
A frown crawled up my face when I heard the vroom of a car and Regina stepped down, staggering. She had a bottle of Alcohol in her hand and it was obvious they she was drunk.
I moved closer, grabbing her before she would fall. She slumped into arms, grabbing my singlet roughly as she pulled me closer to her.
I froze on spot when she claimed my lips, kissing me roughly like she was in need of something I could regret.
We both were breathing heavily when she broke the kiss. She held my face in her palms, staring into my eyeballs. I saw it— the need in her eyes.
It kept on glowing and it caught all of my attention, I wouldn't lie.
"Cas….." she purred, her voice seductive. "I want you….to…" she paused, hiccuping. "I want you, please make love to me. I'm hot." She begged, her hot breath fanning against my face.
Our gaze locked for a fleeting moment and I was tempted to lock our lips once again but I had to restrain myself.
Regina was drunk and I shouldn't do anything out of order. She mightn't like it when she wakes up sober tomorrow.
"Nana, you're drunk. Come, I'll put you to bed." I said but she slapped off my hand as I tried to grab her wrist.
"No, Castillo." She shook her head, an angry pout on her lips. "This time don't treat me like your little sister. I want you to treat me like a slut — I want to slurp on you like an ice-cream."
Before I could resist her, she opened my zipper and reached for my cock, stroking it.
Oh, fuck! This was too hard for me.