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The room explodes with movement. Princess's screams are clear and distinct. She sounds like a bunch being tortured. Beverly scrambles to Barone's side, leaving her husband and daughter to their own devices. My head shakes as I watch the bitch huddling as close to Barone as possible, trying to cover her ass. Everything happens quick as shit. Men and women pour into the room with expert precision.
Everyone chuckles as Ferrari throws his hands up, looking around like the clueless fuck that he is. Marco is screaming threats, as if what he has to say matters. Typical fuck shit dicks like him say when they aren’t getting their way? “Do you know who I am?”“My father will end you all.” Fucking entitled fuck boy.
“Basta,” Barone says. His tone’s controlled but deadly. All activity ceases, and everyone turns to him for direction. Barone’s attention turns to Beverly. “This is what’s going to happen.” He sighs. “Paisley, you will ride with Marco and me because we need to chat. Ferrari, you’ll answer for your part in this, but I would much rather it be at a different time. You will accompany your wife to another vehicle because I can't stomach being in the same car with either of you.” His voice sounds disgusted. Ferrari blanches but says nothing. Beverly can't help herself and goes to speak. Barone takes a threatening step toward her, lifting a hand, which causes her to flinch away from him.
Pointing to Beverly. “If I were you, I would shut your conniving mouth and accept your fate with as much dignity as you can muster because I can almost promise you, by the end of the night, you will have none.” he says with gritted teeth. Turning to the others, he continues, “We will all be going to LSMC’s compound, and from there, your fate's sealed.” He adjusts his suit cuffs and strolls toward the door, but stops before exiting the room. He doesn’t turn around before he says, “And before any of you think to give your escorts any trouble, this hotel is empty. I made sure of it. No one will help you. No one will stop me. So make this easy on yourselves. If you make this difficult for me, you will not like the consequences.” With that, he walks out of the room.
Didn’t I say this mafia shit was riveting? Cause goddamn, that’s some boss shit right there.
The cameras in the hall pick up where the camera is watching through the window left off. We watched as Princess, Beverly, Ferrari, and Marco were escorted or dragged out of the room to the awaiting vehicles. And hell, yes, they have cameras and mics in the SUVs, so we can see and hear everything happening. Everyone continues watching and getting restless, but it is almost over. After years of scheming, it’s almost fucking over for my Prez and his family. Thank fuck.
When Sin, Pain, and the Barone kids get settled into an SUV with Ferrari and Beverly, Sebastian speaks calmly to Ferrari and his wife, “This is what will happen next, Ferrari. You have tarnished your family name with this incident, especially after Don Barone warned you not to get involved with the execution of the contract. The family seeks retribution and compensation for indiscretion in this dispute, which will be discussed at the table.” When he goes into more detail about mafia shit that has fuck all to do with me or the club, I tune him out.
It seems to be a big fuck making up the rules as you go. The mafia, like us, is all about rules, traditions, and meetings, and shit like that. Tuning back into the conversation after glancing at the screen showing Princess. According to Sebastian, Marco’s daddy wasn’t happy to learn about what was happening and would deal with Ferrari when the time suited him. Ferrari's face pales during the interaction, and Beverly looks about to vomit. I’m guessing Don Rossi is a big bad in their world, so the Ferrari fucker now has two families to contend with. Whelp, too bad, so sad sorry for you fucker, you made your bed. Everyone watches, and I hear a few chuckles in the room and some dead-man-walking jokes.
The scenes playing on the screens in front of us continue riveting us all. It didn’t escape me or anyone’s notice of how cold, calm, and calculating Barone is. He is one smooth motherfucker. The man never broke a sweat, raised his voice, or looked anything other than relaxed and collected. Fucking riveting.
My eyes go to the SUV carrying Marco and Princess. Barone is seated in the front passenger seat. Marco’s sprawled out like his life isn’t on the line, but you can see the worry in his eyes. He puts on a good front but can’t hide the truth. The motherfucker’s scared. Princess huddles as close to the door as possible, focusing on the world outside the window. The cameras are pretty high definition because I catch a few tears trailing her cheek. And for a moment, I feel bad for the girl.
“Marco, Marco, Marco. As my niece would say. It would be best if you had sat there and ate your food. Your father and I had a little chat.” Marco's eyes shoot to Barones, and you can tell that he is trying to hide his surprise, albeit unsuccessfully, but Barone ignores him. “He is heartbroken that you went against his orders.” Barone gives the dumb fuck a pointed look.
As we watch, the screen splits into four separate views, showing the close-up of each vehicle's occupants, including the driver. My face must have shown my intrigue because a small chuckle comes from my left. I look down at my woman, who looks up at me with understanding and mischief in her eyes.
“Don’t worry. Blaze will let you play with his toys.” she says, giving me a wink.
With a small smile and a squeeze of her hand, I lean over and kiss her forehead, saying thank you. I’m sure Blaze will have plenty to show and share with us when the club starts our security work. I look over at Prez. His eyes are calculating as he watches the screen carrying his daughter. He feels my eyes on him, and he looks at me with glittering eyes and nods. Yeah, we are going to get all this techy shit.
Princess is seated behind Barone and sniffles, and once again, I feel bad for the girl. She believed that shit they told her, and it was going to fuck with her for a long time, knowing how her mother manipulated and lied to her. My woman squeezes my hand and looks at me. I’m not surprised by the look of sadness and understanding in her eyes. She may not like or get along with her sister, but she feels a type of way about what she is going through. Bellamy still wants to protect Princess, even if some may not feel she deserves her big sister’s protection.
Princess thought she was doing the right thing, but her naivety caught up. Her blinding hatred for her sister made her oblivious to what was happening. And now she must deal with those consequences. So yeah, I feel bad, but as the saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make them drink.
Looking at my woman, I’m proud of her for doing what needed to be done. She knew what no one else did and took action when no one else would. She did it all, knowing that she could have caught hell for it.
Barone's voice rings through the speakers, causing everyone’s focus to return to the screen. “Marco, let me explain a few truths to you. Recently, a good friend called me and told me that a very problematic family member was coming for her sister.” He stares at Marco, who is silently stewing in his seat. “When I was informed of a decades-old marriage contract between a Berlusconi daughter and the Rossi son, I’d been annoyed to hear that you and, at one point, your father were calling to collect. Over the years, as my father’s successor and to continue his legacy, I have made it abundantly clear that outdated tradition would only continue if both parties agreed. As you know, a meeting is to be set between the heads of the bride and groom's families and, with a Don taking a bride, between the five family heads. You are fully aware of this, as is your father. I’m assuming that caveat is why you did this alone. That is not my point to rehash our ways.” Baron shakes his head, annoyance glittering in his eyes.
“I decided when my friend called me to take matters into my own hands. And did you know what I did, Marco?” Barone stares at Marco pointedly. Of course, Marco has to be a little shit. “Fuck you, Baron. I don’t give a shit what the fuck you think, what you know, what you did. My father will hear about this interference, and you will be fucking sorry. She is fucking mine. You cannot go against a contract. No one can. Not even La Morte.” Marco seethes from his seat as Princess sits beside Barone with teary eyes, looking back and forth between the two men.
Neither the threat nor his words faze Barone. “I called your father. Do you not remember me being very clear about that earlier?” he says, looking at the now pale-faced Marco, who is trying to keep the same energy but is failing miserably. Marco quickly recovers, adjusting his suit jacket. “And what is your point, Barone? My father agrees with me no matter what bullshit he feeds you. We are men of our word, and a contract signed is a promise. It has been two decades since the Berlusconi bitch made my father look like a fool, look weak to the families. She pulled the stunt she did, which caused all of this. So the mother's sins…” He trails off with a shrug of his shoulder, leaving the implication that Princess should pay for her mother’s slight to his father and family. Fucking prick. Marco waves his hand in the air. He is working hard to make it seem like Barone's words are not affecting him. The little shit may think he is giving off an air of confidence, but even through the screen, I can see the beads of sweat on his brow.
We hear a loud wail, with everyone's attention shifting to another part of the screen. Beverly is holding her bleeding nose as Sin stares daggers at her.
What the fuck did we miss?
I must have said that out loud because my tornado leaned over to fill me in, “She told Sin that my mother was a whore and would get what she deserved, that she would make it her life's mission to destroy my mother and her whore daughter too, not realizing that Sin is also my mother’s daughter.” she says and chuckles. I scoff, shaking my head, looking down at her, and tilting my head. She has been incredibly calm through all of this shit.
“Why are you so calm?” I ask.
I stare into her eyes, but it is not her who answers.
“She is calm because she has had a mother who has lived in the shadows her entire life. A mother who lived with constant pain and heartache. She has lived with a mother who was a shell of herself. And today, she realizes that the pain from her mother's past, my past, will heal. I will finally receive the revenge I crave for my children’s lives and most of my adulthood. I will get the vengeance I deserve. That is why my beautiful daughter is so calm.” Savvy chuckles. “But don’t get used to it. I doubt it will last long,” Savvy says, snickering, her gazes returning to the screen.
I look down at my woman, who has a sad smile but says nothing. Leaning over, I kiss her forehead and hold my lips to hers, breathing in her scent. With a small sigh, my tornado pulls away, and our attention returns to the screen. I look to where I can see Beverly, but there is no sound. Looking up at Blaze, I say his name. He doesn’t look at me when he speaks,
“Nobody wants to hear that bitch screeching. She was giving me a headache.” he answers my unasked question and shrugs.
Barone's voice engulfs the room again, “Your father and I devised an alternative for the contract, Marco.” Pausing. “So maybe if you would have spoken to him over the last weeks, you would have known that. You, my friend, have been replaced. Your insolence has become a problem for which your father no longer has the patience. His influence and money can no longer cover up your dalliances and recklessness. He has informed me that once we have little Paisley here settled and back with her family,” Barone says, looking into the rearview mirror. When his eyes connect with Princess’, she jumps as if he physically touched her.
