Tattered Love

Chapter 17

Before the Greco's could do the DNA testing; drama hit the fan. As in drama, Ana and her shit hit the fan. Ana always has something pulled up her sleeve. To start from the beginning, I'll have to rewind to a few hours ago.

"You'll be accompanying me while Ana and I do the DNA testing." Alessio says without room for argument. All I can do is nod my head yes and go on my way out to the beautiful garden that surrounds the pond outside. I've come to love it out here; in the garden I meant. I spend most my time out here away from everyone and the world around me. It's my escape, my beautiful escape from reality. The reality of an arranged marriage. The reality of my marriage not being built on love. The reality of Ana's pregnancy. As I watch the butterflies dance around the flowers I glance at my phone and see I've spent the last two hours in my sacred area. It means my time is up in the garden for now. As I stand up from sitting on the bench, I hear hush hush voices. One quiet voice I can tell exactly who they are. The second one, I don't recognize at all. I haven't been around here long enough to know everyone's voice. But her voice is embedded into my skull.

Ana.

"Andrè, we're going to get caught." Ana's voice is closer as I walk forward. I watch between the tall shrubs as Ana and the mystery man are mere feet from me. I place my camera on record as I place it in between one of the shrubs branches that open up to All I know is I'm going to get whatever their secret conversation is about.

"No we won't Ana. Just chill out." His Italian accent is thick. The two questions that play in my head is, who is this guy and how did he get in here?

"They're about to get this thing's DNA and we both know it isn't fucking Alessio's." She snaps. What the fuck?!

"Dr. Arcabald will falsify the test. Trust me." The unknown male says.

"We're dead." Is all Ana huffs out.

"Stick to the plan. It's simple, Arcabald will falsify the results and you'll be caring the heir to this Mafia. Once this part of our plan is complete then we can move on to the next." The male orders Ana.

"Whatever, I'm having doubts on this now. If it would have been our original doctor; this plan would be foolproof." Ana says as she stomps away. As the unknown male walks off, I catch a glimpse of the Greco symbol on his cuff link. They have a traitor?! I hit stop on my phone and tuck it back into my pocket. I carefully step away from my hiding spot as I hear Alessio in the distance.

"Isabella! It's almost time."

I hurry down the curvy pathway and up the steps to the back door. I grab Alessio's hand and begin to walk further towards our personal medical wing.

"Slow down Issy. I don't know what has you in a hurry." Alessio grunts out behind me as I continue to tug him along. As I see Donatello at the end of the corridor, my steps are pretty much running. My footsteps catches his attention as he looks at us in a puzzled look. I grab Donatello in a quick motion and begin to hurry them down the medical corridor. As we make it to room 1, I see Alessio's brothers gathered around. All four are waiting on us.

"Bout damn time!" Alexander yells out. I move around all four men and shove open the empty room 1 door. Behind me, still attached to my hands, Donatello and Alessio are now hostage in the room with me. I drop their hands and motion for the four brothers to get in the room. They look confused at my waving arms.

"Get in this fucking room now." I whisper yell at the four discombobulated brothers. Soon, the small room is cramped with seven bodies. I close the door behind me and lock the lock.

"Is this room soundproof?" I ask in a winded voice.

"Yes?" Donatello says with his brow raised and arms crossed.

"What is the meaning of this Issy. We have to get to room 7 now." Alessio's voice sounds aggravated.

"Not after I show you this you won't want to." I comment back.

"What do you mean?" Alexander questions. So, I pull my phone out and hit the recording.

"No we won't Ana. Just chill out."

"They're about to get this thing's DNA and we both know it isn't fucking Alessio's."

"Dr. Arcabald will falsify the test. Trust me."

"We're dead."

"Stick to the plan. It's simple, Arcabald will falsify the results and you'll be caring the heir to this Mafia. Once this part of our plan is complete then we can move on to the next."

"Whatever, I'm having doubts on this now. If it would have been our original doctor; this plan would be foolproof."

The voices stop as the men around me replay the words back through their heads.

"I don't know who the unknown male is, all I know is he has a Greco cuff link on his suit. And she called him Andrè before I could record." I explain.

"I told you that damn baby wasn't mine!" Alessio roars.

"Andrè as in our cousin Andrè?!" Arcangelo asks.

"I don't know. I don't mingle with anyone here." I answer.

"Play it again. We want to see the video. Please." Adriano says. So, I replay it again. And they watch as the male's face shows up into the view.

"That mother fucker!" Donatello yells out.

"Who is he?" I ask.

"Our cousin." Antonio answers in a grim voice. Why would their cousin do something so horrible towards his own family.

"I need to go out there and handle...." Alessio snaps as he walks towards the door. He looks like he's on a mission.

"No. This is what we'll do... We'll go along with their shenanigans and fuck their plans up. Until we figure out their end game, we'll play along. Alessio, for now you'll pretend that child is your child." Donatello's voice rings out.

"Shouldn't we ask the wife if she's okay with this? I mean it is her husband." Alexander comments.

"I'm fine with it." I pause and see the light in Alessio's eyes brighten. "It is an arranged marriage after all. So, don't worry about me." I finish. I watch the light dim as my words continue. For an unknown reason my heart tightens at his saddened expression. I walk pass the men and out the door. I head towards room 7. Footsteps are trailing behind me which means one thing. The men have snapped out their trances and are high on my tail. As we walk in, we see Arcabald working on Ana.

"The results will be in momentarily." Is all the doctor says as he walks out the room with random things in his hands. Isn't he supposed to take Alessio's blood?

"He took it last night." Alessio whispers his answer to my unasked question. Twenty minutes later Arcabald walks into the room with a paper glued to his hand.

"It says it's 99.99999 percent Alessio Greco's child." He says.

Oh really now?

That's not what my recording says there liar.