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“He did this because of what you did.”
Costanza’s eyes opened wide, and she leaned back in her chair as if his words hurled a gust of unanticipated wind.
“Excuse me?” She uttered. There was a sharpness in her voice, an angst in her tone.
“You heard me, mother,” Francesco replied definitively. His eyes continued to blaze into hers unapologetically. “Alessandro did this because of what you did.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she feigned innocently.
“You decided to replace Valentina; save your business by substituting one daughter for the next,” Francesco said angrily. He leaned forward in his chair, sheering the distance between himself and his mother.
“This, all of this, is a direct response to what you did. Playing God!”
“If I didn’t play God, as you say, then our business would be at risk,” Costanza replied, trying to remain level but ensuring she sounded vindictive. “And if memory serves me correctly, you fully participated in my plan and even kicked your eldest daughter out because she put my plan, our plan, at risk.”
“My wife, my daughter, have been humiliated,” Francesco replied, his jaw tight. “It’s all your fault.”
“Fine, Francesco,” Costanza replied. “Fine. I’ll take full responsibility for whatever you’re denying. I’m willing to take my part in it. Are you?”
“What choice did I have? What choice did you really give me? You have been pulling the strings over this family since before I was born, and you never see the problem with it. But I see you for who you are, Mother. I see you.”
Francesco sat back in his seat, breathing heavily as though he had just finished running an emotional marathon.
“But don’t worry about it. I’ll find my family and bring them home.”
Francesco bounded up from his seat, the anger resurging and coursing through his veins.
“You just keep playing with your puppet strings.”
Costanza started to protest, but she didn’t get the chance. She wanted to make her point again because she didn’t get the response she expected. Her son stood up to her, confronted her, and didn’t apologize for it. Francesco stormed out of the room without even a look back. Costanza sat in her seat, not completely relaxed because of the rise in tension between herself and her son. She didn’t expect that at all. What she expected was that she would propose revenge and that Francesco would get on board. They could then rally together and get their family back together. But that’s not how things went, and Costanza sat perplexed by the turn things had taken. She didn’t expect Francesco to have such a ballsy response. Where did he get the girth, the wherewithal to accost her as he did?
But as Costanza continued to be annoyed by his response, she did have to face some hard truths. He hit on facts she would rather he have not. Francesco reminded Costanza of the maneuvers she had made to solidify her family business at the expense of her granddaughter, not just her happiness, but at her expense. This kidnapping and rape bore witness to that hard truth. So Costanza sat with the choices that she made despite how uncomfortable they were. She still tried to justify in her mind that she’d done what was necessary to preserve the family legacy. Costanza was still desperately trying to hold up her husband’s mantle so that his life, his effort, and his work were not in vain. But sitting with those facts proved uncomfortable for the first time.
Alessandro was completely satisfied with what he had done. Isotta still lay at his feet, still naked, still fully exposed, still beckoning for another good fuck. He knew that the packages had been delivered, and his enemies were now aware of what he’d done. He knew that they would be aghast at what they saw. A part of him wished he could have been a fly on the wall at each of their respective residences to see how they responded to what he shared. That gave Alessandro a certain level of pleasure. But he wasn’t done yet. The ultimate payback was still waiting, and he was ready for the next phase.
He relished watching Isotta, trying to still be strong even though he knew he had broken her. Well, at least a piece of her. But Alessandro was far from done. He intended to do even more dastardly deeds once he was face to face with Massimo.
There was a knock at Alessandro’s door that drew him from his thoughts.
“Enter,” he spoke, his eyes still fixed on Isotta, who tried to hide her body by balling up tightly. But that only accentuated the roundness of her ass and the curve of her hip. Alessandro had to take his eyes off her before he ravaged her again.
“Hey bro,” Gabriel spoke, but whatever he intended to say next got cut off as soon as his eyes dropped to the person lying on his brother’s floor.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” Gabriel asked. He also found it difficult to pull his eyes away from the naked woman lying on the floor.
“Just a little payback,” Alessandro gloated.
“I thought you were just talking shit about executing your revenge, but I guess you weren’t,” Gabriel observed, finally taking his eyes off the woman.
“I meant what I said,” Alessandro replied, steepling his hands in front of him.
“So, you got Isotta.”
“And her mother.”
“Her mother?” Gabriel asked. “Where?”
“She’s out in the main room being watched by the guards.”
