I can’t help the anger I’m feeling and I don’t care if I’m offending this asshole. His brother’s going to get away with kidnapping Gabriela and Giancarlo.
“I won’t make that deal. And it sounds like you know where he is, but you want us to do the work and get him. And then just turn him over to you.” Zio Enea says.
“Unfortunately I don’t know where he is. There are several options as to where he could be. But why would I tell you if you’re just going to kill him?”
“Do you really think he’s going to live after this? What would you do if one of our men took your wife and child? Or your brother’s?” my papà says angrily.
We can all see the look on Ivan’s face. He’s trying to come up with something to say. But we all know he’s a fucking hypocrite. He would never let someone live if they took one of their wives or children. So fuck him if he thinks we’ll just let it go. Finally he sighs.
“You have to understand, he’s my brother?—”
“And he took my wife and son. So fuck your brother. And if he’s laid a hand on either of them? I’ll make sure he’s killed and then brought back so I can do it again.”
At first the look on Ivan’s face is mocking me. But as he watches me, I see the realization in his eyes.
“You won’t touch him. You’re a famous baseball player. You’ll ruin your career.”
“Try me.”
Gabriela
I finally got Giancarlo calmed down in the car. But every time Yakov tries to talk to him, he screams at him. At one point, I thought he was going to hit Carlo. But so far he hasn’t. I wish I knew more landmarks here, because I have no idea where we’re going. Even though I can see the signs on the freeway, I have no idea if we’re anywhere near Lake Renegade.
“Wanna go home, Mamà.” Giancarlo sobs as he holds my hand.
“I know, it’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“Papà says you can’t bwake pwomise.”
“I’m your fucking papa.” Yakov yells at Giancarlo.
“No. You is Yasha. Not papà.” He screams back at him.
I hold back my smile, I love him so much. Even though I know he’s scared, Carlo’s standing up to Yakov and I love it. I can see the vein in Yakov’s forehead. Good. Be mad you fuck.
“Remember what happens to bad little boys?” Yakov smiles at him.
“My papà said dat I’m a good boy.”
“Gianluca isn’t your papa, he’s a spineless asshole. I’m your papa. And if you call him that one more time, I’ll have to remind you what happens when I have to talk to you more than once.”
“He’s a child. Why are you like this to him?” I snap at Yakov.
He turns to me and slaps me.
“You’ll learn your fucking place too. Children never speak to their parents the way he’s speaking to me”
“Don’t hit my mamà!” Giancarlo screams.
Yakov turns to him and backhands him in the face. Giancarlo starts screaming again. I instinctively reach out and hit Yakov. I don’t care what he does to me. But he won’t touch my son.
“I’m going to have fun teaching you how to be a proper wife. And it looks like I need to teach my son how to act again.” He grins at me.
I glare at him and keep quiet for now. He’ll never break me.
We pull into the driveway of a house. There’s nothing about it that stands out to me. It looks like every other house we’ve passed on the way here. The garage opens and we park inside. As much as I’m trying not to be scared, I am. They take us inside and put the two of us into one of the rooms. I hear the door lock from the outside.
Giancarlo sits on my lap as he cries. I rock him as I kiss his head.
