“I was talking to Xavier about names the other day and suggested if it was a boy, we could call it Mario,” I say, and Gregor’s mouth drops open.
“You’re pregnant?” he chokes out.
“I mean, I’m not a hundred percent sure, since it’s too soon to tell,” I reply, and Xavier chuckles.
“But not from lack of trying, am I right?” He looks at the other two boys who puff out their chests.
“We try to fill her cunt with our seed at least once every couple of hours,” Tristan brags.
“Yeah, I even declined a perfectly good blow job yesterday from Vienna so I could save it to come in Tori’s pussy. Boy, was she pissed. I had to eat her out just to stop her from nagging me.” Colton’s crude words almost make me laugh at how Vienna would react if she heard what he said, but Mario looks pleased as punch by their behavior, and I count myself blessed that I was born into the family I was.
“Everything is working out perfectly. Soon, we will have a little Mario running around, learning everything he can from his nonno.”
Before anyone can respond to that, the door opens, and Lance and three other goons wheel in two big laundry carts. They pull the pile of laundry out, dumping it on the floor before reaching in and dragging out my father from one and Carla from the other. They are blindfolded, gagged, and cuffed, and both of them look like they were roughed up before they even arrived.
“Why are they bleeding all over my floor?” Mario asks mildly as the goons set them down before scooping up the laundry and wheeling the carts back outside the door to give us more space.
“We had a little trouble when we were loading them into the car,” Lance mumbles, glaring at one of the other guys who seems to be bleeding profusely on one side of his head.
Mario’s eyes narrow. “They better not be too hurt to do what needs to be done.”
My gaze roams over them. My father’s nose is bleeding, but he doesn’t look too damaged. Aunt Carla’s lip is split, her hair is all over the place, and she has a few tears in her clothes.
My father spits out his gag. “One of your assholes tried to cop a feel of Carla while he was loading us into the car. He won’t do that again.” The sound of my father’s voice, a little husky but defiant, almost has me bursting into tears, and I dig my fingernails into my palms to help me stem any tears.
“That bitch bit my fucking ear off,” the goon who is bleeding complains.
A burst of laughter comes from Tristan’s chest. “Fuck, Dad, this is the caliber of people we’re inducting into the family now?” His tone is scathing.
“Fucking useless,” Xavier agrees. “Can’t even control an old man and a woman.”
My father lifts his top lip and sneers. “Who are you calling old, you gutless prick? Won’t even look into my eyes while you insult me.”
Xavier strides over to them and rips off both their blindfolds, removing the gag from Carla’s mouth as well. “How about I introduce myself, since you are my father-in-law. I’m Xavier Maricuso,” he says proudly, and if I didn’t know better, I would almost believe it.
“Father-in-law?” My father sounds confused until I step into his line of sight. “Tori?” he exclaims. “What is he talking about?”
I keep my face cold and ignore his question, and I avoid looking at Aunt Carla at all.
“Can we get this shit done? I have places to be,” I ask Mario flatly, and he all but jizzes himself with glee.
“Stefano, you should congratulate the happy couple. Tori and my son, Xavier, got married a couple of days ago, and she will soon be carrying the heir to the merged Maricuso-Russo empire.
“Pregnant?” My Aunt Carla sounds skeptical. After all, she was the one I talked with about not wanting to bring a child into this kind of life.
“Tristan,” Mario prompts, and my boyfriend pulls out a gun and points it at my father. My heart just about stops, and I almost scream, but I bite my tongue just in time.
“Mr. Russo, if you and Mrs. Capello could move calmly over to the computer, that would be great,” Tristan asks cheerfully, waving the gun at them as I walk over to Mario. He remains sitting in the chair, watching the undertakings like a pervy voyeur.
“Mario, could you move? I need to access the biometric reader for us to be able to change them. We all need to scan in first before we can add you.” He stands up as Carla and Dad step around the desk. They look confused.
“What the fuck is going on?” Dad demands.
“Mario wanted me to add his biometrics to the system so he can have access to all our properties,” I tell him flatly.
“But,” he starts, and I cut him off.
“I explained it needed three of us to do it, and since Gio and Sage are dead, I needed you and Carla to access the mainframe.”
