Tattered Love

Chapter 12

It's been a week since Donatello told Ana she'd be doing a DNA testing. For a whole week, Alessio has been unwillingly by her side. She could say she needed something she was craving and he would drop whatever he was doing just to get it. He still has a distaste for the girl but whatever she has on him. She's holding way over his head. She's making the deadly Alessio her puppet. I feel bad for it. If I could find out what she's up too; I would. But, I have no idea where to start. I don't know how far along she is but her hormones have went up to the sky. We walked into the Greco Mansion and witnessed her throwing a plate at Alessio's head. His eye went from his beautiful icy winter sky blue eyes turned darker in color. It looked like he was mentally killing her. Hell, he could be planning her death as we speak.
Speaking of which, we're on week number two; two more weeks until we all find out if she's really pregnant and if it's truly his. Either or, it doesn't matter to me. The damage has been done. At this current moment I'm watching the entire kitchen get tossed at Alessio by Ana. Before you as, yes we're all back over here at the Greco Mansion. It's quite comical to see her toss anything she can get her hands on. At one point I thought she'd manage to get the sink undone to toss it next.

"You stupid fucker! How can you not think this child is yours?" She screeches.

"Because it's been several months nearing the year mark Ana. Come on, common sense." Alessio growls as he ducks behind the island in the center of the kitchen. A steak knife is embedded into the cabinet door where he previously was.

"You're confused." Ana snaps.

"No. I remember clearly when we fucked last. Plus I always wore a rubber. If you were, you'd be pretty much due or already had one." Alessio says as he peeks up from the island top.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" Donatello's voice booms.

"There goes our amusement for the day." Gabby grumbles.

"They're arguing over the baby. And if it's his." I nonchalantly say as I shrug. I pull out a crisp and begin to munch again. Because Donatello has arrived and the show is about to get even better.

"Ana! Get the hell out." He roars.

"I'm having a conversation with your son." Ana snaps.

"That conversation has ended. Now leave. These two have to put the finishing touches on their wedding. Which happens in seven days." Donatello growls out. "And you!" Donatello roars at his son. "I told you to end this shit years ago. Before this arrangement! When she first came to this damn house with you. This would have been avoided if you would have listened!" He snarls. I watch as Ana stomps across the house as her heels clack against the floor.

"I ended it last year." Alessio grumbles as he moves past his father.

"What's left to be planned and discussed?" Donatello asks me in a gentler voice.

"Uh flowers. Seating charts. That's all I believe." I answer as I shift from foot to foot. Alessio comes back an hour later as the rest of us are working on seating arrangements. He sits beside me as I ignore my future husband. After hours of placing little name tags onto the board... The seating arrangements have been finished. As I follow behind my family who's getting ready to leave. A hand grabs my arm gently and I turn back around to concerned eyes.

"Can we talk?" Alessio asks.

"Nothing to talk about. I get it. The baby is yours or it's not. Simple. What's there to discuss? Nothing I don't think if you ask me. Have a good night." I answer in a neutral tone. Do I care? No. The damage has been done. I get into the limousine and wait to be driven back to my home. Gabby and Tori are oddly enough, quiet as I stare out the window.

It's one thing after another and I don't think I'm ready for another curve ball.