Chapter Twenty-Six Liza
It’s been a few days since I’ve been taken from the hospital and the only person I have seen is a woman that appears to work in this house we are in.
She provides me with food and water. The meals are decent and not what you would expect for someone that is being treated like a prisoner.
Every time she comes into the room I ask her about Walker and am greeted with nothing but silence.
I have tried to get out the door, but it is locked and when I listen there is talking on the other side, so I know that there are men watching the door.
They are all speaking in Italian so I cannot catch what they are saying.
Honestly, I wish my father made me learn the languages of the people in our world like Cane’s parents did so that they could interact and know what the enemy was saying.
I have tried the windows, with no luck. They are bolted shut and from the looks of it, I am so far up that I would not be able to climb down.
I want to know where my son is. I am terrified that they have done something to him.
The day we got here and the conversation I overheard had me even more terrified.
They believe Walker is the son of the man that took us.
I mean I know it is a possibility, but what if he isn’t are they going to hurt him?
Sell him? The thought alone has made me cry.
I haven’t been sleeping, I’ve been terrified of what would happen to me if I fell asleep. It has been a long few days.
I have been pacing the room for who knows how long because I have no phone, no clock, nothing in this room to help me tell time. The only way I know how many days I’ve been here is because I can see the sun rise and set with the window. I need to figure out how to get out of this situation.
Suddenly, the door opens and I immediately retreat. It is not time for any meal at least I don’t think it is. The woman has already been here with breakfast and lunch. I am met with one of the men that has haunted my nightmares for years and in his arms, Walker.
“MAMA!” Walker screams as he launches himself towards my arms.
I run to him and pull him from the man's arms and check him over for any harm that may have been done to him.
“I did not hurt him. Lui è mio figlio. He is a Bellandi, we do not hurt our own.”
I look up at the man, “What do you mean? He is not a Bellandi, he is my son. He is not yours. What are we even doing here? Why can’t you just leave us the fuck alone?”
I do not try to yell because I do not want to scare Walker in any way, but I have no idea what is going on.
This family was a part of whatever bullshit Vandal was a part of when I lived in Nevada.
They were selling women and children. I have no idea why they are keeping me in this room and treating me like this, it makes me suspicious.
Suddenly the man walks up to me and I can’t back away because I am standing by a wall, his hand reaches up and he tries to caress my face, but I pull away. He does not lower his hand, he grabs hold of my throat and forces me to look at him.
“My name is Vittorio Mancini-Bellandi. My father is Marcello Bellandi.
I am his oldest son, I may be illegitimate, but my father and I are very close.
I am in charge of many of his businesses that those bastards from his bitch of a wife know nothing about.
We met during one of my business dealings that led me to Richmond.
You my dear, became an addiction. I had to keep coming back since Vandal would not give you up.
But I was happy to continue to have tastes of you throughout the year.
When you disappeared it was very hard. No pussy could compete with yours.
I tried, but nothing worked. To see that our time together produced an heir, well, that just makes me so happy. I am so thrilled to have found you.
As for how I know he is my son, these last few days I have spent getting DNA testing done to ensure that this little boy is ours.
He is. I have also been making dealings with my father and talking with my other children about what comes next.”
He strokes his thumb down my cheek and over my lips and I try to pull away, but the grip on my neck does not allow for me to move at all.
He moves closer so his front is touching mine.
He brings his other arm up around Walker and begins to stroke his head.
I can feel that I am shaking and that tears are building, but I will not show this asshole fear.
“I am so glad that Dominic led me to you. If we had not discovered where he was all these years, I would not have found you.”
I straighten myself and look him in the eyes. I will not let this monster know that I am terrified. I hold Walker a little tighter.
“What do you plan to do with us?”
“Oh la mia bellissima regina, I plan to make you my wife. We will sire many heirs together. I have spoken to my father and he gave me permission to dispose of the woman who currently holds the title because she has always been arranged and now she is old. Plus she has never done it for me.
I fucked her to get heirs, but I had many mistresses. She could never meet my needs the way you could. She is a delicate little mafia principessa. You are a beautiful, hard MC goddess. When we were together, you handled everything I gave you. We are equals.
I fell in love with you during those times together. It was always you I had to imagine to get hard for anyone else. You rule my cock and I cannot wait for us to have more children together. I cannot wait to fuck you endlessly, but I will wait. This time we will do it right.
Once I dispose of Alessandra we will make our engagement announcement and begin planning a glorious wedding.”
“And if I do not agree to this?”
He squeezes tighter on my throat, “You do not get to say no. You will be my queen. Our children will not be my heir because I have Lorenzo and he is already training to take my place within the family, but they will be trained as members of our family. Enforcers, capos all of that.
My father is pleased that now we will have ties to the Skullz and hopefully we will get those bastards on our side once you and I are engaged and wed. For now, you and Walker shall remain in this room. I will bring you clothes that are fit for a mafia wife.
You will undergo training on how to behave.”
He then crashes his lips down on mine and when I do not open my mouth for him, he squeezes my neck harder causing me to gasp so that he can force his tongue inside my mouth. When he pulls away he begins to back away.
“Wait!” He stops and the smile he gives me looks like he thinks that I want him to stay with me and that I enjoyed the kiss. “I need a phone, I need to call my work and let them know I will not be in.”
“I will give you a phone that we have put security on. This way no one will track it. I do not care if you have a phone dear Liza because you do not know where you are and until we train you, you will never know.”
With that he turns and walks away. I look down at Walker who has not said anything. He seems to just be staring at the door that has just closed. I move us to the bed and sit down with him in my lap.
“Are you okay, baby? Did they do anything to hurt you?”
He looks me in the eyes, “No mama. I mish Waylon, Jaxon and Daddy Cane.”
His eyes start tearing up and I pull him closer to me and try to comfort him the best I can.
“Did they ask about Waylon?”
He shakes his head and his tiny fists grip my shirt like he is afraid I will disappear.
“We are going to be okay, baby. I promise. We are going to find a way out of here and mama promises that she is not going to let anyone hurt you, ever. You just have to be big and strong for me, okay?”
He nods his head and after a few minutes he falls asleep in my arms.
I know that being away from Waylon has to be hard for him.
My siblings that are triplets have told me that when they are not around their womb buddies they feel like a part of them is missing.
They are always in constant contact with each other if they have to go away from each other for too long.
Waylon and Walker have never been away from each other for any length of time other than to use the bathroom.
A few minutes later the woman who has been bringing me food comes in with a few bags.
“These have toys for the boy, a phone for you and other supplies you shall need. We are working on improving your wardrobe, but everything else is in this room. The bathroom as you know will be stocked with supplies as well. It is best you try not to make a whole lot of noise.
Senor Bellandi’s wife has returned from a trip away to see family. He does not wish for her to know about you.”
With that she turns and leaves. I slowly lay Walker down and get up to go over towards the bag of things she brought in.
Going through the bags sure enough there are a bunch of toys for Walker and some clothes.
I find the phone and pick it up. When I open the contact list I see that his name is programmed into the phone as well as what would appear to be other members of his family.
I dial the only number that I have memorized and that is Glitch’s.
I am hoping that I can get in touch with him and he can figure out a way to crack into this phone and find me.
I do not know what this man’s plan is and what the timeframe is for whatever the hell he has planned.
I just want to get the fuck out of here.
“Glitch.”
“Shit. Thank goodness. Glitch it’s me.”
“Liza? Holy shit. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, but I need to get the fuck home. Vittorio Bellandi kidnapped Walker and myself. He just came in here and declared that he is going to dispose of his wife and make me his wife after. I don’t know, there was a whole big speech that I blocked out.
Apparently he’s fucking obsessed with me too. I need fucking help. I don’t understand why I seem to attract fucking psychos.”
“Do you know where you are or how long you traveled?”
“No, I was drugged. I just got Walker back today. They have kept us separated for a few days while he apparently got a paternity test done. Some lady came in and told me that we are at his house. Can you get in touch with Devil’s Chaos and see if you can talk to Twister’s ol’ man?