herself. You do have that affect on
females.”
I bit my tongue to stop from going
ballistic at him. A soldier walked behind me, stealing my attention
away from Christo. Grabbing my wrists, he tied the rope around
them, stretching my arms towards the ceiling.
Christo resumed talking, “And it’s
true about you being the son of your mother’s lover.”
I remained silent, not believing the
lie.
He continued, “Thierry told me.
He also told me about your real father’s torturous death. Because
of it, he didn’t care that Matteo shot your fake father. He thought
he was a monster like his real son Alberto.”
“ If that’s true, then he
wouldn’t have treated me so well. He would’ve thrown me
out.”
“ He kept you because you
embodied everything he wanted in a son, since his other one was
such a disappointment.”
“ You don’t have the right to talk about
my brother!”
“ Such loyalty to someone who
betrayed you for a piece of ass. Why?”
“ Alberto still loved me, and I
loved him, no matter what happened between us.”
“ He sold you out. That doesn’t show love
to me.”
“ That means nothing! I loved him, yet I
still killed him.”
Christo’s eyebrows shot up.
“ You killed
Alberto?”
“ Sì ,” I breathed out, what I did forever
staining my soul. “I warned him I would if he didn’t leave.
Instead, he stayed and brutalized Jagger. Now, kill me, so I can
see him again, because I deserve to die.”
“ You’ll be having a family reunion
soon enough, Frano—with both your fathers, along with your mother
and brother. Only two D’Angelos will be left behind once you’re
gone.”
“ Leave Jagger and Thierry out of
this, you have me. That’s enough.”
“ I won’t hurt Jagger. I promised
my brother I’d let him live the rest of his life in peace, while
Thierry’s making my brother’s cock happy.”
“ Is Thierry with your
brother right now?”
His smile widened.
“ Sì ,
and I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s being used by the Black Russian
too. He does like pretty D’Angelos, as he calls you
lot.”
“ You fucking
idiot.”
Anger flashed across his face.
“Watch what you say to me!”
“ If you’re not an idiot,
t hen why are
you standing here with me when Matteo and your twin are being used
by the Black Russian?”
“ He’s not using them; they’re
guests in his house. And how do you know Matteo’s with
him?”
“ Camila phoned your twin’s
number and got the Black Russian instead. The freak told her he
owns Matteo and your brother.” I smiled. “Which means your twin’s
going to get some fucking karma.”
“ You’re lying. Gregor wouldn’t
do that to me, he’s a friend.”
“ I’d say your friendship died
when your famiglia killed his guards and enslaved his lover.”
“ You’re speaking nonsense
now.”
“ Then ring him. And if that
prick lies, ring Camila. She was in a panic to get her sister back,
even begged me to help her.”
“ How do you know about
Andriena?” Christo asked, worry now clouding his
expression.
“ Again, the Black Russian told
Camila.”
Christo yanked his phone out of
his pocket. A few seconds later, he was yelling into it, “Get me
Gregor!” He waited a moment, then resumed yelling, “You lied to me,
you fucking bastardo! ” He clutched the phone tighter. “I had no knowledge of
that, so return my famiglia .” He cursed. “Then watch your back, because once I’m
finished with Frano, I’m coming after you. No, I will not swap
Frano for Andriena; I don’t give a fuck about her, but I’ll swap
him for my brother.”
The Rossos shouted from their
chairs.
Christo waved at them to be
quiet. “I have to backtrack. How about I give you Frano’s cousin instead?” He
nodded rapidly. “ Sì ,
Jagger. You give my brother back, and I guarantee you’ll receive
that pretty bastardo wrapped in a bow.” He exhaled loudly. “As soon as Frano’s
dead I will… No, you can only have Jagger. Don Rosso has paid