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My father was certain that any other children my mother bore would be defective. I had no idea what ran through our genetics, but he also didn’t trust me enough to carry on our family name. Stefano insisted on creating the heir that would take over when both he and I were unable to run the organization. Name and title were everything to men like him, so he wouldn’t have had a child with a mistress while he was married to my mother. She’d become expendable when she couldn’t give him the child he wanted, and one completely different from me. He’d killed her and eventually came across Viviana.
I couldn’t blame him for being attracted to her. Hell, I only had to picture her in one of those short dresses or tight pants and it’d make me hard. As I sat in the chair, I unzipped my pants and took my cock into my hands. I returned to fantasizing over her and when I pictured her naked and writhing underneath me, my hand began to move. I leaned all the way back in my chair and started the night of our reunion. It’d been inside the walls of the club, and when her soft lips moved against mine, it sparked a flame I’d been unable to extinguish since. There was the wine cellar, my bedroom, the mausoleum, and that night in the pool. As my father told me of his plan to take her as his wife, she was under the water, deep throating my cock.
The girl I had once known would’ve never done anything like that, but it was before she found her life’s purpose and gotten the training needed to be the type of depraved puttana a man like either my father or me would want. My hand continued to move as I imagined her with the four men. She’d mentioned taking them all, and I honestly saw red, knowing they knew how tight, wet, and hot her pussy was. They’d been there first, but I would be there last. I couldn’t keep my hands off her any more than I could keep my thoughts away either.
I groaned and continued to stroke myself as I remembered how she trembled so beautifully for me when I held the blade to her skin. Even after nicking her a few times, she still arched toward me for more. “Cazzo!”
She always let me use her body however I saw fit, but she didn’t just lay there and submit. She was as feisty as she was beautiful, and her sass always made me harder. She wanted me to hurt her, and I was more than willing to oblige. Remembering the sounds she would make when shattering apart, and how her body would greedily suck me in, had me spilling my seed all over my hand.
I pumped my cock hard as I wrung every drop from it, then grabbed the shirt I had taken off earlier and used it to wipe my hands. They were still sticky, so I eventually tossed the T-shirt aside, and got up to go into the bathroom. After I cleaned myself up, I zipped my pants and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t see the man I had become staring back at me, but rather the boy I had once been. My face was stoic, and there wasn’t a tear to be found, but something in my eyes bespoke the restraint I was holding back.
Remembering what I had done back then, I closed my eyes and began to count to twenty, first in Italian, then in English. There were raised voices coming from the other room and the most prominent one belonged to my mother. Her pain was palpable, and I clenched my fists like I did back then.
“Please, Stefano. Don’t do this to me.”
“Shut up. I warned you what would happen if you created another defective bastard.”
“T-they could be wrong. It might be fine. Please, let’s wait until he is born, then we can go from there.”
It all came back to me in a rush, and hearing my mother beg my father not to abort her child, I realized those same tearful pleas had come from Viviana, too. Stefano had been cold and unyielding, much like me. “I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
I had to do what I had set out to do. There was not only anger in my father’s voice that day, but a fear that he’d never get the one thing he wanted, which was a normal son. Yes, my eyes were different colors, but that couldn’t be all. I had remembered hearing something about a heart defect of some sort, but unless it was my lack of one, I had no idea what the memory was about. There was only way to find out.
I splashed some water onto my face, then headed to the library where the safe was kept. Having been in here several times, especially since my father’s death, I knew exactly which book would trigger the secret door to open. I pulledWar and Peacefrom its shelf, and escaped behind the wall when the secret door opened. There were many things kept in here such as weapons, cash, drugs, and a safe which contained numerous files and paperwork. My father always thought I was weak, and now it was time to find out why he did.
I input the combination, and pulled out all the papers there. I knew any records would be stored here instead of in some doctor’s office. My father was all about power and as the years ticked by and he hadn’t gotten an heir he approved of, he would keep any weaknesses about me away from eyes that could get that information and use it against us.
I sat down Indian-style, then started to separate the documents into piles. As I came across a slew of medical ones, I put them aside, and once I was sure there was nothing else, I picked up the first of the files.
“Let’s see why you hated me so fucking much.”
A lot of it was information about him. I skimmed over the records, mostly blood tests and medications. I shook my head at the sight of the Viagra. It figured that he’d need something to help keep him hard when messing with girls the same age as his son. Viviana was so damned insatiable that even I sometimes had to catch my breath between rounds. I used to remember hearing him and Viviana on occasion, and knowing her like I do now, every orgasm she had with him had been faked. I knew the sounds she made when climaxing, and it’d been none of those.
I put those medical records down, then glanced over at one which was stapled close. Using my fingernail, I wedged the small metal barrier out of the way, then opened them up to find my name on the top of the papers. I could see from my youth, mainly ophthalmological ones. He’d always hated my different colored eyes. He’d taken me from specialist to specialist trying to find someone who could cure my heterochromia.
“There’s got to be more,” I said aloud to myself.
I continued to flip through pages, mostly vaccinations, allergy tests, and then I finally came across what looked like scans and EKGs. I skimmed the pages, and saw something called pediatric hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. I arched my brow as I tried to remember hearing anything about it before, but my father’s voice broke into my concentration.
“Your heart has always been weak, figlio.”
There’d been certain things that winded me when I was younger, but as I got older, I outgrew whatever it was. Or maybe, I had just learned to live with it, and adapt. My hand went to my chest, and I had a scar there from my childhood, and now I wondered if surgery had been the cause of it.
I pulled out my cellphone, and it wasn’t long before I was reading about the condition I’d never known I had. I saw the diagnosis and treatment plans for it, although I never remembered going through any of that myself. I had to have or else... I shook my head. My heart was practically non-existent at this point and it was what I preferred. I turned away from the condition itself and checked to see if it was hereditary like my father feared, and it was. There was cardiac genetic testing that could be done and remembering that fight between my parents, they must’ve done that and been told my unborn brother would be just like me. My mother had wanted to still carry the child to birth and likely get a second opinion, but my father would never allow that. There was no way he’d let someone adopt a child who could one day find out about him and come back to claim his rightful place upon his throne. Hell, it’d been what I did after shooting him between the eyes. I’d then taken his mistress upstairs, and before his body was even carried away from the house, I had my dick in her, possibly planting the seed she was carrying now.
I looked back down at the papers and saw the different treatments I had endured for the first two or three years of my life. Back then, access to medical records were not as easily obtained as they were now. I couldn’t risk a weakness in my world being detected, because there were many, including in this organization itself, that would exploit it for power and gain. It was bad enough that my very own fiancée was caught out and about with my enemies. The hit on Marcu Catalano sent a message that they would do best to heed, as well as those that masqueraded as loyal soldiers while ultimately plotting my downfall.
No, I couldn’t let her give birth to this child. She had to have an abortion, and I would make sure she did. I gathered up everything and placed it back into the safe. As the metal door slammed shut, it was like hiding my deep, dark secret. I couldn’t tell Viviana why I needed her to trust me, only that I did. If she didn’t, I’d have to convince her through any means possible.
As I left the secret passageway and emerged back out into the hallway, I pulled up the doctor I had on speed dial. This man had been with our family for several decades, even before I had been thought of. I knew the reason I was still here today was due to his care. He would understand my fear when others wouldn’t. He could also be trusted. As soon as he answered, I spoke.
“I have a delicate situation I need you to take care of.”
VIVIANA
I had tossed and turned all night long which was the last thing I had needed. I had hoped to be rested, but I wasn’t. I’d have to run on pure adrenaline. It wouldn’t be the first time. The blanket had done little to ward off the chill and I spent most of the night curled up in a fetal position as I shivered under the thin material. Back in Sicily, I had been left in a cell like this one during my training, but back then, I had known in my heart that no harm would come of me. I had no such illusions when it came to Nazario. I wanted to believe he loved me like I loved him, but his actions said otherwise.
What kind of man breaks his pregnant fiancée down, then leaves her alone and scared in a fucking dungeon of all places? And had that been the worst, I would’ve been upset, but I could’ve forgiven him of it. Not only threatening, but promising, to have this baby killed against my wishes was unforgivable. I knew what I had to do, and where I needed to go. The only question was how I was going to get there.
