Page 36 of The Arianna Arrangement

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.