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Chapter Sixty-Nine
Jordan
“Vincenzo fucking Bramante.” Zachary huffs out an annoyed sound. “Really, kitten? Of all people, why him? Why him?”
I don’t bother giving him an answer. There’s no point. I don’t even know what he’s pissed about. Besides, it’s none of his business. I won’t tell him the truth about what happened because that’ll look bad. And I’m not going to lie because I’m a terrible liar and that’ll only make things worse.
“You were supposed to be mine,” he growls. “You were mine, and then you left. You weren’t supposed to leave. You were mine. Paid to me!” he shouts, stepping away from the door and moving deeper into the room. I have no idea where we are, just that we’re in a large room that looks like it could be a studio apartment.
I whip my head in his direction. “What did you just say?”
He slowly turns toward me, his hands falling from his face. He looks exactly the same as he always has. Nothing about him has changed. Not physically, anyway. He’s just so ugly now. Nothing about him is appealing or attractive. What was I thinking? He’s a horrible person too. How did I look at him with little hearts in my eyes like he hung the moon and dotted the sky with stars just for me?
I’ve never looked at Enzo that way, yet I feel so much more for him than I ever did for Zach.
That’s a crazy truth, and it doesn’t make sense.
Maybe because the fairytale life I wanted was just that.
A fairy tale.
And fairy tales are stories made up for fun. They aren’t reality; they aren’t real life.
Real life is messy and rough and difficult.
But it’s worth it. It’s so worth it in the end, because Enzo is worth everything. I don’t have to look at him like he is my entire world, because the truth is, he isn’t. I have babies. Rafael. And most importantly, I have myself. So yes, I love Enzo. I would go to the ends of the earth for him, but I don’t have to stare at him with puppy dog eyes. Like I can’t think for myself or be my own person. Maybe that’s what growing up is. Knowing the difference between real love and puppy-dog love.
What I have now is real. Me, Enzo, Rafael, and our babies. God, Rafael? I hope he’s okay. He has to be okay. Please let him be okay too.
The five of us are starting a family, and you don’t see fairy tales like that, do you?
It’s always a princess and a prince, finding their happily ever after. It’s two people making their life together.
My life isn’t meant to be a fairytale, and that’s okay.
It’s okay because I have two men in my life who are amazing.
One who looks like a prince, while the other is more like the villain.
So do I get both? The hero and the villain? Do I get to do that?
Well, I am. So yeah, I guess I do. Because I’m carrying their babies.
Something that is so rare, so precious. How could the world allow this to happen if it wasn’t something super special? It wouldn’t. And that’s why Zach can kiss my ass.
“Which part, kitten?” Zachary’s slimy voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I remember what he said. It makes me sick all over again. “About you being mine? How you shouldn’t have left me?” He walks slowly toward me. “Or maybe it was the part where I said you were a payment to me?”
Those words have me sucking in a breath.
“You were a debt paid, Jordan. One I took in exchange to clear what your father owed my family, but then you left. You left, so his debt came back. Because fuck him if he thinks he can give me a temporary payment. It wasn’t temporary. It was supposed to be forever. You were supposed to be by my side. Your father promised. Assured me you were polite and willing. That we’d marry and have children to continue the Canvani line. But you fucked it up!” he screams. He moves closer, pointing a finger in my face. I cower back, my pride taking a back seat to the need of protecting my babies. “You fucked it up, because you’re a selfish little bitch! So when you left, Daddy’s debt came back, and if he didn’t pay up, I’d find a way to collect.” He crouches in front of me, and I swear I’m going to throw up again. “Know what I’m saying, kitten?”
“I…” My head is spinning. This is it. This is the awful truth Enzo kept from me. My father’s lie. The big fat lie that has been hanging over my head for months. My father didn’t sell me once. No, he sold me twice. He set up the entire thing with Zachary. It was all a lie. It was all fake. Every last bit of it was a lie. A dirty fucking lie. My father is terrible. He’s a horrible, awful man!
“You see, Jordan, in this world, when someone owes you something, they pay one way or another. Money. Blood. Or a body. So imagine my surprise,” he shouts, “when I find out my payment, my wife, was suddenly married to Vincenzo fucking Bramante!” he bellows, spit flying everywhere. His face is red, eyes bugging out of his head. He closes his eyes, takes a steadying breath, and when he opens them again, he seems almost normal.
“How did this happen, kitten?” he asks softly, running his fingers down my cheek.
I shake my head, trying to move out of his grip. I don’t want him to touch me.
