17. Chapter 16
Tucker
I was buttoning my shirt when my door opened and Sandro walked through. He hadn’t even bothered knocking, but the fact that he didn’t come try to slit my throat in my sleep was probably all the courtesy he could afford me.
“Why me? Why are you going to make me look at my sisters pussy after you’ve fucked it? How would you feel if the situation was reversed and it was Leyla?”
I motioned for him to take a seat, and when he did, I sat as well.
“I know this is shitty for you, but think about it.” I ticked the reasons off on my fingers.
“One. Your father wanted everyone to see it. We don’t know who he’s going to bring in there.
He made sure to say his lieutenants instead of giving us names.
“Two. Something is off with him and I’m not sure he wouldn’t get his rocks off seeing his own daughter's pussy dripping with cum. The fact that he wanted me to take off her panties to spank her told me there’s something extra fucked up in his head.
Three. If I’d suggested someone from my family, he would have shot it down immediately saying he couldn’t trust us not to lie to him.
Sandro, I knew I literally had one shot to get him to agree to just one person confirming, and you are the only person that he trusts that won’t get enjoyment out of this. ”
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. “This is going to be the single most humiliating thing Arianna has ever had to endure, and I wanted to make it as easy on her as possible. So yeah, it sucks for you, but you’re the only option I had.”
He slumped back in his seat. “You’re right.
Something is seriously fucked up with my father, and I’m sure his lieutenants would try to act like they couldn’t see anything so they could get as close as possible.
But we need a plan.” His eyes bored into mine.
“I want her as protected and shielded as possible.”
I rolled my eyes. “No shit. I’m going to have her wear my button up shirt so that it covers her completely when she walks out and I can keep it down over her the whole time.”
Sandro nodded. “Good. When you finish, pull most of the way out so that your cum is close to the edge and I can see it quickly to confirm. I don’t want to have to watch and wait for it to start dripping out.”
I gave him a nod. “I can do that.”
“Good. Let’s go get these tattoos.”
Together we walked out of my room and almost walked right into my dad and uncles. “Boys.” My dad gave us a nod.
“Mr. Givenchy.” Sandro lowered his head in respect, but my dad just chuckled.
“The cameras are off in this hall, so call me Zephyr. I don’t expect the formality your father does.” Sandro gave him a nod and we headed towards the stairs. “Are you guys ready for this?”
After the blood oath, every member got the Vitale family crest tattooed on their left pec, right above their heart.
I, however, was getting something different.
I’d had my cousin Brennan make a sketch of a crest that combined the Vitale family symbol with the Givenchy one.
Since I was the heir to the Givenchy’s and not actually initiating into the Vitale family, it didn’t make sense to get the same tattoo as everyone else.
The Vitale tattoo was a heart, a real one not the one girls liked to draw, with a sword coming down in it through the top. The heart had olive branches woven over it, forming a sick looking V for Vitale. It was all in grayscale, except for the drops of blood coming from it, which were done in red.
It was a stunning tattoo, but it signified that the Vitale’s owned your life. That’s why it was placed over the heart. Sandro’s, like Lucian’s, would have a crown on top of the sword, signifying their place as the head of the family.
My tattoo would keep the heart, olive branches with a V, sword, and blood drops. The V would be lowered some, though, because vines would also wrap this heart and make a G slightly above the V, showing my loyalty is to the Givenchy’s first and foremost.
The Givenchy family had an actual fucking crest, and there was a fleur-de-lis on it, so I was replacing the crown with that. It would also be in grayscale aside from the drops of blood.
My dad and uncles were joining us today, also getting tattoos. They’d decided to do the family crest since I was having to get tattooed for the Vitale’s. They’d all gotten tattoos before, as had Sandro, Marco, and Elio, so it seemed I was the only virgin in the car today in many ways.
Atlas’ attention turned to Sandro as he closed the door behind us. “Is Lucian coming?”
Sandro shook his head. “Nah. He said he’d taken the blood oath so he didn’t need to witness the tattoos and had better things to do than spend his day in a tattoo parlor.”
I chuckled. That definitely sounded like him.
The guys were going to get the family tattoo, so it wasn’t like he needed to approve the design.
Part of me wondered what he’d think of my tattoo, as I hadn’t told him it would be different.
Though, if we wanted to be technical, he’d just said I had to get a tattoo symbolizing my loyalty to the Vitale family.
He’d obviously meant the one everyone else had, but since he was always vague on purpose so he could later do what he wanted, I was just playing the same game he did.
When I sat down in the chair, my nerves kicked in.
This was going to hurt, but damn if I could let any of the other guys know.
Including my own family. They’d never let me live it down.
But when the needle touched my skin, it wasn’t as bad as I’d expected.
Relief flooded through me and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, focusing on how in a week, Ari and I would be on our honeymoon and then moving into our own house.
Our summers in New York would be over and there would finally be some distance between us and her father. I grimaced when the artists started the shading, hitting the already tender flesh that had been marked, but went back to thinking about all the things I was looking forward to.
“All done.”
I opened my eyes and took the mirror the guy handed me, admiring the tattoo. It was sick as fuck.
Sandro chuckled. “I love that. My father will probably shit a brick, but you didn’t defy his orders, so he’ll just have to get over it.”
Percy grinned at me. “That’s definitely something Sterling would do.” His wife was a bit of a rebel and we all absolutely loved her for it.
After everyone finished, Sandro, Marco, and Elio headed back to the estate. We’d brought multiple vehicles since we had security, so they took one and we got in the others and headed to the hotel most of my family was staying at while in New York.
My dad and Apollo were still staying on the estate, but no one else was. Lucian had said there was plenty of room, but my dad told him we didn’t want to impose on his hospitality. Really, my family didn’t trust him and didn’t want their wives and children there any longer than they had to be.
We walked into the suite that my mom and Becky were sharing with their kids and mom made her way to me with her arms wide open.
“My baby boy is all grown up.” She wiped a tear from her eye and I fought to hold in the eye roll.
“Come. Sit. I’ve missed you with you being gone the past two months.
I don’t know how I’m going to survive when we go back to Crestwood and you’re living in your own house. ”
“My house is just down the road from yours. I’m sure we’ll see each other all the time.”
She shrugged. “It just won’t be the same. And you leaving just marks the beginning of all my babies leaving me.”
Leyla plopped down on the other couch. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think Damon will ever move out.”
“Would you quit fucking following me around?” We turned to see Daniel, Apollo’s youngest, following his big brother, Davis, into the room.
Daniel shrugged. “You’re the one that refused to walk me to Aunt Silver’s room so I could hang out with Brown and Vander. If I can’t hang out with them, I guess I have to hang out with you.”
Apollo and Becky were suspiciously absent, which meant he probably had her in their room making up for the time they lost this summer. “Where’s Darla?”
“With Aubrie in Aunt Jemma’s room.” Davis rolled his eyes. “She got to leave, but I had to keep an eye on this one. It’s not fair. I wanted to hang out with Brayden.”
My mom picked up her phone and sent a text, which was returned immediately. “Sterling said to bring Daniel to her room and she’ll watch him, then you can go hang out with Brayden. Take Damon with you. I don’t care which room he’s in, just have your aunt text me to let me know where he is.”
Davis smiled. “Thanks, Aunt Ash. You’re the best.”
She gave him a wink and soon all three boys were gone.
“Alright. Leyla and I have been working hard on what we talked about and I think that everything’s in place.
” She looked at me like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to say more, but of course, she did.
“How have things been between the two of you since that dinner?”
She meant the one where I had to spank my fiancée. “Strained. I mean, she’s acting like it’s no big deal, but I’m struggling with everything I’ve had to do this summer, that included, and I feel like it’s bleeding into our relationship.”
Mom nodded. “That’s understandable. But remember, she grew up in this world.
She knows how things go. That girl also isn’t one that is going to pretend to your face that things are fine when they aren’t.
If she was upset, she would have told you.
I think you just have to push on and try to get your relationship back to normal.
It’s only a few days until you’re married and out of here. ”
“Thank God. I couldn’t handle much more.”
A few minutes later, Apollo came back into the room, a smirk on his face as he gave my dad a nod. “You ready?”
We had to go do our final tux fitting so they could be sent to the estate for the wedding, then we were meeting Lucian and Sandro at The Crimson Room.
It was a private gentleman’s club where the rich men of New York frequented.
Sandro said it was on neutral territory and all the syndicate meetings were held there in a back room.
Lucian apparently wanted to try to flaunt our alliance amongst the others. I mean, it’s not like everyone didn’t already know that our families had this arrangement and that Ari and I would be getting married soon. But rarely did the things Lucian did make sense, so we were just along for the ride.