The Mafia's Heir

Chapter 30

Alessandre and Alexandre had picked me up from my room the moment they heard what went down. They were even surprised that Daniel hadn't tried to hurt me and wouldn't believe that he never would. I explained time and time again that I had Daniel wrapped around my finger. He would never hurt me as long as I had his child. Apparently I was too innocent to actually know how to hurt a man.

I had changed from my pajamas to something that said I wasn't married and that I could have anyone I wanted. My entire outfit was black and red. My ankle boots were black with red spots on them like backwards ladybugs. My red skirt tinged with black was almost like two flaps of silk sewn together. There were two slits going up to almost the top of my thighs. My crop top was black with red words that said 'QUEEN'. My hair had been down and in tight coils like a queen. I was working it.

Alexandre had greatly disapproved of this outfit. He claimed to not like Daniel, but he was sure defending him in this situation. He told me that I should be modest and not tell every horny guy in the mafia that I was single and needed a quick fling. I wasn't trying to say that and he was sort of ruining my mood.

Alessandre had only laughed at me and told me that any guy would definitely listen to me now. I didn't like where that conversation would have headed. This outfit not only said I was single, but I was a woman who knew what she wanted. No need to make me feel like I'm doing the wrong thing.

"You should at least give the poor guy a chance," Alexandre tried.

"No. He lied to me multiple times and let his freaking uncle rape me," I said. "What kind of husband is that? I even got pregnant by the creep."

The boys glanced at each other and sighed. I knew what they were thinking. They had been expecting me to spill my guts out to them, because they were my brothers. This was news to them. I had never really spoken it aloud. Even mom didn't know about it.

"I don't think he would have allowed that. I've never seen a man as desperate as him to do something like that for a woman he loved."

"What do you mean?"

"We've been watching Daniel and his family up until a couple of years ago. I'm just saying that a man would never help his girlfriend escape her crazy step-dad if he really didn't love her. He wouldn't go and marry her in another state and even help her and her mother find her father."

"He didn't help us and he never told me that his uncle was Josiah."

"...Right. We forgot to mention that to you. I didn't recognize him by the name Joshua. That's why we were confused yesterday. And Daniel's--"

Alessandre grunted. I glanced at him and was surprised to see him thinking. Apparently everyone here forgot what that was. Including me, but I was just living in the moment.

"What's going to happen to you and Daniel now?" he asked.

I shrugged. Really there was no telling what I wanted to happen. Daniel was a liar and I vowed never to marry one. Were my feelings real at one point? Maybe. Did I actually care for Daniel at one point? I'll have to think about that. I'm just saying that all of this that's happening isn't my fault. My mother raised a cautious child. She raised an almost obedient child. I was just doing what was best for Lucio and I.

"...I really don't know," I muttered. "Mom used to tell me that men were always liars and that we should play their game to get back at them. Doesn't that mean she raised a liar?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"That my mother is also a liar. She told me that I made myself into a liar. For years she used to drill into my head that it was right to trick people and I followed her lead. When I used this against Daniel to get him out of my face...it sort of backfired."

Alexandre snorted. "Your mother is probably the kindest woman I've ever met. She would never tell someone to lie all the time." We stopped walking and stared at the fountain. "She may have her way of saying things, but I assume she was saying it was alright to lie to get yourself out of certain situations. Some teachings do go to the head sometimes."

Huh. He was right. I was an idiot and I messed up. Daniel had nothing to do with this mess and I used his sister against him. I feel so stupid and now he's probably locked up somewhere mad at me. Ugh! Why didn't I just let him explain it all? Yeah, Josiah must be his uncle, but at least he actually did care for me. Was it too late to go back to him? He probably wanted a divorce now.

I looked at Alessandre. He nodded and pointed up. I looked up at the front of the house and wasn't even surprised to see Daniel there. I offered a smile and he just glared at me and walked away. Well...I guess I do deserve that. Alexandre gently pushed me forward. I looked back to glare at him. He pointed to the house. I got the idea.

"I--I don't think he really wants to see me."

"Why not?"

"I told him I never wanted to see him again. I don't think that's living up to my side of the deal, Alex."

"Forget that, Tia. Just think, if you go up there and apologize. He might think we talked some sense into you. We might not like him, but he does show some promise. Just don't get too involved and he knocks you up again."

My head whipped around to glare at Alessandre. Did he really think we were going to have make-up sex? This man had another thing coming. If I hadn't slept with Afan just yet, what made them think that I was going with Daniel? Who am I kidding? I will probably try to get him to sleep with me. Maybe he'll forget everything that happened and take me back. Lucio needs a father. I was kidding about all those threats.

"Next week," Aless started. "We'll be hosting a dinner party everyday in honor of your return. It would be wise to...make-up with your husband. I don't want men to think that their future mafia queen is some whore."

"He's right," Alexandre agreed. "You are our sister and we love you. Right now...someone else loves you more. We'll call your parents and ask that they bring the child back already."

"Thanks, guys." I smiled at them. "Next time...just punch some sense into me."

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It's short today. I actually got more than five hours of sleep. I got ELEVEN!!! My head used to hurt everyday and I would literally sleep for two hours every time I'd come home. Hopefully next week will be better. I'll publish a chapter Monday, then another one Friday. It'll go like that while I try to get my head on straight and stop falling asleep at weird times.

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