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I don’t even think I deserve this chance with them to be honest. How could I betray them so easily and then hope for forgiveness. I am the epitome of scum. I’m the fucking worst, and I know it.
“Are you really going to stand there and try to justify whatever the fuck I just walked in on? I gave-wegave you every piece of ourselves. We let you into our world, into our hearts and we fucking trusted you, only to find you naked as fuck, in bed with some wannabe bad boy.” He growls.
“Here we are, thinking we needed to save you from my dad, only to find you naked with some guy withmygoddamn face! What am I even supposed to do with that?!” He’s fuming, and understandably so.
“How could you fuck him? You’remine! Ours. Or at least, I thought you were. I guess I had that all the way wrong. I guess it’s true what they say, loving someone gives them the biggest opportunity to hurt you. It was stupid of me to think you never would. I should’ve known that loving you would hurt like hell...” His voice trails off, allowing me to tap into the hurt that I caused. Then before I can get a word in, he starts to walk away.
I can’t let that happen. I won’t let him go without a fight, even as selfish as I know that is. I move quickly and grab his arm, only for him to flip me around and smash me into the door so hard, it rattles and shakes as my head bounces off of it. I don’t need to see it to know that I’m bleeding now. Adrenaline surges through me and I punch him directly in the face, landing a decent right hook on his jaw. Bringing my left fist up to guard my face, I move to hit him again, but he slaps my hand away and puts his face right up in mine. I can hear Ren start to lose his cool in the background and know that Noah and Cohen must have stepped in and are holding him back from coming to my rescue.
What Ren doesn’t know is that as pissed as Matteo is, he’d never purposefully hurt me, he just can’t see beyond the pain and the anger. What none of them might realize is that I need this as much as ‘Teo does.
I glare up at him and feel his hatred seep into me like poison. He looks like a raging bull, with his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowed into a fierce glare. His breathing is becoming more labored as everything starts to weigh on him, without him being able to fully connect the pieces. I can see it all laid out as the gears spin in his mind.
“Fuck you, Alessandra. If I’m so easily replaceable then let me go and live your happily ever after in your castle on the sea. I thought I knew you, but clearly I fucking don’t. You’re just another bitch who’ll take a ride on the first dick that gives you an ounce of attention. You really are just trash, nothing but a fucking whore.”
Wow, I know I deserve that, but fuck him for thinking he can say that shit to me. I hit him again. This time I clip his mouth and when it starts to bleed, I smirk, but not in a good way. No, my smile is ugly and mean as hell. This is the fight that I need from him and I want it to hurt.
“Huh, I didn’t take you for such a little bitch, your majesty. Who knew you’d just give up on what we have just because you feel scared, no, not scared,threatened.That’s it right? You’re afraid of what you don’t know, and that guy with your face, he’s what’s got you all in your own head. Not because I fucked him, but because it’s fucking with you to be in the dark about something. You can talk all the shit you want about how you don’t know me, but you do, and you know I’d never do anything that I didn’t think you’d agree to. I fucking love you, you stupid asshole. Yeah, so he ‘got’ my virginity, who cares? It’s just some archaic idea of ownership that’s total bullshit. Boo-fucking-hoo. It was never anyone’s to take. It was always mine to give.
“You getme.All of me. For-fucking-ever. And that should be enough for you. It would’ve been once. So what fucking changed? Thinking you’ve been replaced? I’d never replace you, you stupid, stubborn ass. But you’d rather run away than listen to a goddamn explanation or let yourself open up for me again. So, go on then,leave. Take the easy way out. I won’t stop you again. If you know anything about me, it’s that I willalwaysout stubborn you. This is the last chance you’ll get from me.”
“Aaaggghhh!” He screams and then shoves his fist into the door, less than an inch from my face. I don’t expect it, but I don’t flinch either. If he walks away, he doesn’t get to see me fall apart. I won’t put that on him and guilt him into staying. I also won’t show him the fear he clearly wants from me right now. He doesn’t scare me though. I trust him with everything that I am. Ren doesn’t though, and before I can register what’s happened, he’s yanked him backwards and swept ‘Teo’s legs out from under him, pummeling his face before ‘Teo even fully hits the ground.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” He growls between harsh panting breaths. His wrath flowing free, creating a toxic energy that buzzes throughout the room.
Matteo gets in a few hits before he throws his weight into Ren and bucks him off. They both bounce up onto their feet and square up like this will be the fight of the century and as hot as it is to see them ready to fight, I don’t want it to be against each other. I know they’ll kill one another if I don’t put a stop to it.
They begin to circle each other, looking with matching calculated eyes for a weak spot to strike the other. Ren throws a punch at the same time Matteo kicks at Ren’s kidneys. Neither of them land their strikes. Both shift back to reevaluate how to move in again, leaving an opening for me to step in between the two of them.
“Stop!” I yell, holding my hands up to both of them.
“You guys need to fucking chill.” This situation is already so much more unreal than I ever expected, blood and violence making itself well known here.
“Ren, this is not the way to officially meet him and all of that was uncalled for. He would never actually hurt me. Can’t you see that he’s the one hurting?” I tell him, then shift my focus from one brother to the next.
“‘Teo, calm the fuck down. Ren has played his part in this, but he wasn’t the instigator. All of this shit started with your dad, Lorenzo Deluca,Senior. Matteo, Ren is short for Lorenzo, as in Lorenzo DeLuca Jr. Ren is your brother, only older than you by a few minutes and he has been raised by your mother’s family- your real mother’s family, the Gavino’s. You’ve heard of them, I know you have, because I have. The contract your father brought to your attention back home, you know, the one that made you think you could lay claim on me in the first place? The one that promises me to the DeLuca heir, well, it actually says I am contractually bound to theeldestDeLuca son. Which everyone overlooked because anyone that knows the DeLuca family on the entire West coast is under the impression that there is only one DeLuca heir.”
Chapter Fifteen
Alessandra
“No. No fucking way. That’s such bullshit. My dad is a dickhead. He’s the epitome of a dirtbag; king of the douchebags. I get that, but my mom… I mean, she was my fucking mom. She was all I fucking had growing up. I- Just no…” He looks at me, clearly heartbroken at the idea that his mom wasn’t truly his mom. It’s as though he wishes I could change it all for him. Like, maybe rewind the clock and take us back to when we were ignorant and happy. I’ve never seen him look so emotionally damaged. This is my indestructible man. Never one to let his damage show, he’s been hard as stone since I met him. Full of pride unlike anything I’ve ever known. It’s conflicting as hell to see him look so broken when I know there’s absolutely no way to fix it.
“Quinn isn’t lying to you, asshole. Why would she? I can have my mom here by the afternoon with all of the hospital documentation if you really need proof. As if my face isn’t enough.” He scoffs.
“Though, I’m sure she’d love to meet you. All she’s been able to do all these years is get updates through Lorenzo, and I’m sure you can guess how forthcoming he’s been. Honestly, he’s everything you said and more. If I ever see him again, I’ll kill him with my bare fucking hands.” Ren is clearly forcing the words out at this point. His hatred for his father, his having to learn how to share me and with his twin brother of all people, it might be too much for him seeing as it’s clearly getting to him.
Matteo just being here seems to be a problem for him. He obviously doesn’t like him, but is it all because of me or is there more to it? He almost sounds jealous at the idea of letting Matteo meet his real mom. I can’t imagine how it must feel to have someone swoop in and have the ability to lay claim to the only things in the world that you love, especially knowing that they already love the person threatening to claim them.
“That’s actually not the worst idea. Not only could it help us figure out a lot of the missing pieces to this puzzle, it could really help all three of you start to gain some understanding of each other and maybe start to heal you all a little bit. Plus, I’m sure your mom has missed ‘Teo all of these years. I can’t imagine it would be easy to give your son up to another woman and such a disgusting excuse of a man.” Cohen says, forever the levelheaded one. I notice he’s also keeping a calculated eye on the twins. More so on Ren. My sweet Cohen can’t help himself. He’s as inquisitive as me, if not more. If he doesn’t understand something, he studies it, dissects it, learns it and controls it.
“No. Fuck that. I had a mom. I had an amazing fucking mom who loved me and did everything she could to protect me from that monster. That woman raised me and she never would’ve lied to me like that. This can’t be real. Even if it is, I won’t replace her with some dumb bitch that would willingly give me up to a guy as evil as Lorenzo fucking DeLuca.” Teo seethes.
“Watch your fucking mouth about my mother. I won’t tell you again. You may be my blood, but you aren’t my brother. I’ve put people in the ground for showing less disrespect to mia momma.” Ren snarls.
“Non mi dispiacerebbe ucciderti adesso come è” The intimidating low rumble of Italian flows from his mouth as though he doesn’t have a care in the world that these boys likely know what he said and that he’ll definitely piss off three guys just as big as him. I may not know much, but the boys seem to have understood him and if I’m right, I think he definitely made a death threat. Three against one odds aren’t good, yet he seems completely confident with his choice of words.
I should’ve known this would happen. Hell, Ididknow this would happen, and I’m a sick bitch for loving being in the center of all of this animosity. I have goosebumps all over from the thick brooding masculinity in the air.
