Whispers of Hope- Book # 3 (Mated Hearts Series) Complete

Chapter 21 (Marissa)

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“Whispers of Hope”

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Chapter 21 (Marissa)

I stood stock still in the kitchen and stared at the guy who had come to my home and claimed to be my father.  There really was no denying it, even if I didn’t want to believe it.  We shared the exact same piercing green eyes; the color within  itself was so unique that I had no doubts it was an inherited trait.  Then there was the hair.  We shared the exact same hue of brownish red hair.  Yep, this was definitely my sperm donor.

“Marissa” mom said softly bringing my attention back to her.  She was standing by the refrigerator wringing her hands in front of her.  It was a nervous habit of hers that I had come to know well.  But it was when she glanced over in the direction of  Antonio Russo and a look of total adoration came over her face that I first realized that I was not going to like the direction of this conversation.

I slid my glance over to the who had just proclaimed that he was my father and frowned.  He had that same puppy love look on his face while looking back at my mother.  The blatant heat that was burning between the two was making me feel  just a tab bit uncomfortable standing there.

A few silent moments passed before I impatiently cleared my throat to get their attention.  When they turned to me I held out my hands expectantly.  “Can we get this show on the road guys?   I have homework to do and a boyfriend standing outside with your goon” I stated looking pointedly at my sperm donor.  Turning back to my mother I continued with sarcasm dripping in my tone, “By the way, these are all things that I would much rather be doing than standing here while the two of you” I stated and waved my hand back and forth between the couple, “make goo goo eyes at each other all night.”

Antonio Russo stepped forward with a smile on his face.  The smile looked sincere and if it hadn’t been for the things that Zach had told me about this character then I probably would have been willing to give this guy a chance. 

“Missy….May I call you Missy” he asked kindly.

I didn’t even bother to answer him.  Instead I narrowed my gaze on Mr. Antonio Russo while placing my hands on my hips just to let him know how bored I was already growing with this conversation.  I did not want him calling me Missy, Zach was the only one that ever did that but I so badly wanted this conversation to be over with and I figured the less I said, the quicker it would go by and the sooner I was out of there.

My sperm donor looked back at me and sighed.  Shoving his hands in his pockets he glanced back at my mother who gave him a nod of encouragement. 

“Look, your mother managed to track me down yesterday and told me about you.  I was beside myself when I found out that I had a daughter.  Finding out about you was like a dream come true, I mean….I actually have ......a daughter” he said his voice slightly breaking at the end.

It was so hard to imagine the man that was standing in front of me as a hard mafia type of a guy.  I had previously formed this visual of a gangster wearing an out of place expensive suit with shiny black shoes, like one of those guys from that cable television show “The Sopranos”.  I was not expecting a softer looking man wearing faded jeans, a light blue polo shirt and basic Nike Cross Trainers.    And then to hear him talk was another surprise.  He sounded genuinely happy to find out about be me.  That much was undisputable.

I was still standing there staring down at the floor when I felt his large hand rest on my shoulder.  Glancing up, I had to struggle to maintain my own calm.

“Missy” he said, the name grating on my ears, “I have come to take you home, with me” he stated carefully.  When I still didn‘t respond he went on, “I want you, your mother and your sister to move in with me back in New York.  That is where you belong” he said and at that moment he squeezed my shoulder.  I knew what he was referring to, my pack.  Zach had also already explained the dynamics of pack life to me over the past weekend.  Problem was, I had a pack now.  I belonged with Zach’s pack and I would be damned if I was going to let this sperm donor waltz into my life and try to change that, not now.