Chapter Twenty-Seven Liza
“So you must be the whore my father brought home.” The man says as he looks at me with disgust and then his eyes move to the bed, “Oh and of course another bastard.”
“Don’t you dare talk that way about my son. He is no bastard.”
The man chuckles, “Sure, puttana. I hear my father wishes to make you his wife. Him and mother have had their issues for years. So not unexpected especially since she has been sleeping with a fucking Irish man. Father has also lost use of her since she is so fucking old now.”
I don’t know how to respond to anything this man is saying.
I don’t know who he is, but obviously I can put together that he is the son of Vittorio.
I would have to say he is in his late twenties to early thirties so he is older than I am.
He steps further into the room and I immediately move closer to where Walker is sleeping on the bed. He sees this and chuckles.
“Oh, puttana, do not worry I cannot hurt you. My father has decided you will be his new bride and that little boy there is my brother. I have many siblings, my father is not an honorable man. Your son there is not the only one and he is not even the youngest.
I just wanted to see the woman that my father has been raving about for four years. I could not believe it when word got around that he found you. Of course, my mother does not know you are here and she will not know because well she is frankly a very vengeful bitch. She knows of father’s conquests,
but he’s never brought one home. He knows all about his many children outside of their marriage; it has just never been in her face before. Something she will not like. So if I were you, I would not cause problems while you are here.”
“Do you know your father wants to kill your mother? Are you okay with that?”
This man laughs darkly, “Women come and go. My mother has lived past her usefulness. I mean if I am lucky enough to find myself a nice younger woman by the time I am my fathers age, I would dispose of my wife as well.”
I shake my head, what in the fuck is wrong with these people? Who the hell thinks it’s okay for their father to get rid of their mother because he wants a younger woman to take over the spot of his wife.
“Don’t you love your mother?”
He smiles at me in a way that unsettles me, “I do not love anyone. I am loyal to my blood, yes, but I do not love. In my twenty seven years of life I have not felt such weakness as love. But that is not why I came in here, have you called your work place and let them know you will not be in?
My father has sent me asking to make sure that you took care of that and maybe even quit. Once you become Donna you will not need a job outside of that.”
“Doesn’t it bother you that I am not mafia?”
“Oh no, it does not bother us. It will be nice to have an alliance with a biker club. The ones we have dealt with in the past have been nothing but pests.”
“You think that my family would have an alliance with yours after everything you have done and everything your father and your grandfather stand for?”
“Tsk tsk tsk, you don’t want to start bad mouthing the people that are keeping you alive. We are currently the ones housing you and your precious little boy over there. You do not want to insult us or the learning you will be undergoing will get a lot worse. But don’t worry, puttana,
we will be training you to rein your opinions. I can have them teach you those lessons in a much harder way if you are going to run your mouth about my family.”
“You think beating me or worse is going to make me keep my opinions to myself. You are all fucking disgusting.”
He moves before I even have time to move and he grabs me by the throat and gets right up in my face.
“I’d watch how you speak to me or anyone else in this family. You have a little boy that you would hate having anything happen to and from what I heard, another at home. That new baby of yours and what is that biker’s name? I would hate for him to have an accident and leave that new baby an orphan.
Do not test me, puttana. You may have my father all wrapped up, but I will have no problem teaching you how to behave as a woman in this family. You are nothing but a biker whore. If I had it my way you would have been dead and buried already. You heard too much four years ago,
father and grandfather should have put a bullet in that pretty head of yours once they found you, the same way they did Vandal. I am sure that once my father has his fun with you, he will get bored.”
He lets go of me and I fall to the floor trying to get a breath in, holding my throat.
“What happens when granddaddy retires from the business and your Uncle Lorenzo takes over? Are you still going to be this confident?” I croak.
He bends down so that we are face to face again, “My father and grandfather have plans in place. My father is being trained to break away from the part of the family that follows that traitor. My grandfather was not sure whether or not to trust Lorenzo, my namesake.
But now that he has found out that he is helping Dominic and those bastard bikers he knows now that he has to break away. Our family is separating. Those who are loyal to grandfather will be following my father in no time. You, puttana, are never going to be rescued.
You are going to die a Bellandi and your son, well since he is my father’s bastard will hold a role in the family, but he will die for this family as well. Your influence on him will stop and he will become a made man.”
He stands back up and begins to walk away. I know I should keep my mouth shut, but I can’t.
“That is where you are wrong you nasty fuck. No one will take my son and turn him into some disgusting man who treats women like this or sells them. I know that someone will take you and your filthy bloodline down and I can’t wait to spit on your fucking grave.”
The next thing I know he has me pulled up by the hair.
“I think we should start your training early on how you speak to men in this family.”
He lets go of my hair and back hands me across the face. I fall on the ground and he bends down and picks me up again. The hits keep coming after that until everything goes black.