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“She needed to know that you are not alone in this. And that you have never been alone. That her actions will not go unpunished. None of their actions will.” Her eyes soften as she looks into my father’s. The message is heard when my father gives her a jerky nod. “Gunner, she needs to know that she helped to create a monster. A monster that goes bump in the night. And that monster is no longer lying in wait and is coming for her, for all of them. She owes me a debt.”
My mother has a look of determination and contentment on her face. She has an opportunity to put an end to the woman who took the life she was meant to lead, and she is more than willing to take it.
Her eyes remain on my father. “The call to her and Alessandro was to inform them who you have on your side. It will have him trying to save face and her scrambling to keep her position. Desperation will claw at them, but it will cause her to make rash and stupid decisions. Decisions will get her right where I want her to be, where I need her to be. I have studied your ex-wife thoroughly over the years. I’ve watched how she moves and who she moves with. She’s always going to end up here. She was always going to find a way out of your marriage and become the wife to a Don of her choosing. That was and has always been her goal, and selling your daughter off is simply another power play and a way to get out of her contract with the Rossi's scot-free. She didn’t plan on you being a devoted father and me being, well… me. I’ll give her an hour before she contacts Princess. Ferraris are at their wit's end with Beverly and with this new information that I dropped in Alexandros’s lap. She will scramble to make things happen sooner than later.”
“I don’t think… Savvy. Those motherfuckers sent their little mafia fuckers after our son, your daughter, and their cousins. You may have told them who you are, but despite that, do you think…” he says, trailing off.
“I know that, but I also know that’s all the help she would get from them, especially now. The Ferraris want power from this marriage, yes. And it would look good for them, but unlike the Berlusconi’s, they are not fond of war no matter how much they puff out their chests. Most of their businesses are legitimate. And with the legitimacy comes the need to stay under the radar and out of the limelight, off Twitter and the gram out of the news. A war with you and me would not be in their best interests. I am the Widow Maker, a rumored top member of a secret organization that so many clammers to gain membership into. So when I say to fuck off, you fuck off. I’m on your side, Gunner. I have always been on your side. They will throw her ass under the bus faster than you can say. I regret my decision to choose her.” My mother smirks at my father. And his face closes down, but not before I see the regret in his eyes. My mother chuckles and sends him a wink. Standing from her chair, she gracefully takes two steps over to my father, and he watches her.
I’ve seen my father's hands twitch a few times, and I know it's from his need and want to touch my mother, to finally, after so many years, hold the love of his life in his arms and beg for her forgiveness. I don’t know how I know, but even if they have been apart all these years, they are like Taz and I, magnets being pulled to each other. It is going to be interesting to see what happens with them. If there is any mushy shit, I’m out of here. No child should ever see that shit.
“Come, Gunner. We need to talk.” Smiling at him, she moves to the door behind him that leads to his office, but he doesn't move at first.
She looks back at him. He shifts in his chair to watch her. “There is nothing we can do until they make their move. A hundred men and women are here at my back. They cannot enter this compound. Your daughter and club are safe. Trust me on that.” my mother says as she opens and walks through the door, leaving it open.
My father stays seated and stares at the open. I walk over to him, bending down to look into his eyes and say what needs to be said,
“Dad, my mother is a hard person. She hasn’t been your Savvy for a long time, but your Savvy’s not completely lost to you. She is still there; this is her reaching out and giving you an olive branch. This is your chance to say all the things you want to say. This is your moment of truth. Your Savvy may have been broken and rebuilt, but you can fill in all the cracks and give her what she has been missing all these years.” His eyes search mine, and I don’t know why I’m saying all this. Maybe it is because I am where I am in my life. I don’t know. But I know they deserve to figure their shit out.
Sighing. “You’ve shown us you are a better man, a smarter man, a stronger man, and a man willing to fight. So fight for her, fight to make her whole again. Only you can.” I lean down and kiss him on the cheek. When I stand and look around, I realize nearly everyone is gone. Only Taz, my three brothers, and my sister, Sin, remain. Looking back at my father.
“FYI, I’m pissed at you for bruising my man up.” Which makes him chuckle and stand from his seat.
“Daughter, monitor that wayward sister of yours. She will most definitely play the martyr. You know what to do if she does.” my mother yells out from the room, and my father looks between me and the open door with furrowed brows. Finally deciding, he enters his office and closes the door behind him.
“It is taking everything in me not to march in there,” Blaze says.
“This has to be done; they need this, and it is not for us to choose for them. You know how our mother has been. The two of them have lost twenty years. They’ve been getting by and not living. They deserve to live, Blaze. I don’t think their talk will be as easy as either of us may think. Also, dear brother, she will not make this easy on him. But we will because we are both their children.” My brother looks at me with skepticism. He is fighting his need to protect our mother from hurt, and I get that. I understand that and feel it, too, but they need this.
“Fucking hell, you get a man, and suddenly, you are sappy and girly as hell. Zero out of ten would not recommend it. That is all I have to say about that.” Everyone chuckles as we leave the room, heading toward the main room to sit and wait.
Turning back, I look at the door my parents are behind, and my brother isn’t wrong. Taz has turned me into team love. Because I know they deserve their slice of happiness, I don’t want to be around to watch it. Because ewe gross.
Forty-One
BELLAMY
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T-Minus 12 days until Princess makes her piss poor decision.
It has been a little over a week, although my mother wasn’t wrong about Beverly reaching out to Princess. At first, Princess didn’t take the bait. And the longer this drags out, the longer it festers and fucks with her head. I can’t say it wouldn’t fuck with mine because it would. To find out that my mother set me up would burn me up inside. Knowing that she could have done anything to warn or prepare me and didn’t would have had me spiraling from the betrayal. So, on that, I feel for the girl.
Beverly is growing increasingly frustrated. She continues to text and tries to coax Princess away from the club. Deep down, I know Beverly will succeed. The woman's determination is unflappable.
We are in a holding pattern and wondering what Beverly is doing in Crazyville. Mother has been working side deals left and right, and so is Father, and neither of them is telling us much about it, only that they are making the mafia families' lives hell. So damn annoying. They are acting like we don’t do this shit for a living.
When did it become the old folk show?
I feel like I’m being put on timeout, and I hate it. Blaze and I have been doing our best to work our angles, monitoring communication or lack thereof. We have been keeping what we are doing on the down low because I’ll be damned if my parents get all parental and cut us out of this altogether.
T-Minus 10 days.
Even with all the mental shit Princess is going through, she is still a bitch, sneering and saying smart as shit. Her new favorite pastime over the last week has been to let me know she has, and I quote, had him first. And by him, I mean Taz. And for the last few days, I’ve done my damndest to ignore her. I know she’s saying that shit to get under my skin. And I will not lie. She, in fact, is getting under my skin.
All was well in the world of an assassin until I overheard her talking to some of her friends, i.e., the club whores, and they were more than willing to co-sign her and her shit. It had me fuming and had me facing the music and confronting Taz about what the fuck went on between them? When my man, the man I had fallen in love with, went still and looked like a deer caught in headlights. I smacked the shit out of his beautiful bald-ass head. I knew that not everything was a lie, and I was fucking livid.
Call me petty all you want. I fucking refused to hear his stupid ass side of the story. I refused to speak to him and moved my happy ass right out of his room. Of course, Sin let me move in with her, even though she pointed out that plenty of suites were available on my father’s floor, which had me giving her the stink eye because Sin and I share damn near everything and rarely have a problem. So, for her to huff and puff about me moving in with her had me looking at her hard and with hella questions, because that is not how we work.
