Chapter 42
*If you fuck Bastiano’s sister, you need to keep her.” Tito said smugly as Kylen slowly looked back to his friend from where the woman was walking out of the room. “You watched her ass the whole way out.”
“She’s twenty years younger than me. I’d rather shoot my dick off then raise a child bride. I’m trying to figure out how she walks in those fucking shoes.”
“With a lot of practice,” Amal said.
“Can you walk in shoes like those?” Tito asked Amal.
“Since I was fourteen.” Amal shot him a snarky grimace.
“I’d like to see it. Shoes only. Nothing else.”
She sneered at Tito, “I’d like to see you getting hit with a leather whip in the balls. Look at neither of us getting what we desire.” She looked at Alote, “when he came to get photos of Ant’s bedroom he hit on me. Never in a million years will I deal with a man from a family again. I made Susana deal with him. I should have shot him.”
“Yes, you will, Amal, We will go for dinner you and I this week and discuss it.”
“Can we get back to the contract thing?” Amal asked impatiently. “I’m getting bored of this conversation, and I want to leave.”
“I think we all are. There is work to do.” Alcee started to pull of Torq’s lap.
“Your work will wait. Your boss is right there. Your supervisor,” he nodded at Tank who stepped into the room, the sound of her father’s voice loudening with the way the door opened to the outer room for a moment, “is also right there.” Torq looked at Bastiano, “while we review these contracts, please go let Don Mariani and his son know the disrespect happening right now in the offices is not acceptable and if they do not, they will be escorted out without our meeting taking place. Make sure you sister is not feeling threatened by their behavior and make sure they know she is your sister and under my protection.”
The very cold tone which took over the latter part of Torg’s speech made the room still again. Bastiano rose to his feet and the easy–going laid- back man who’d been in the room was suddenly a different individual altogether. His face cold and detached, his spine rigid and his body language tense he strode purposefully to the door.
At the shift of temperature in the room Amal and Susana each took their packet and sat down to read them quietly.
“You can take these to your Lawyer for review.”
“Don Lozano,” Amal looked at him respectfully, the first time since she’d entered the office, “you’re offering us a gift, a thank you gift for taking care of someone we are proud to call our best friend. I would not dare offend you by not trusting you are doing what you believe is right for your family, which since you are going to marry the woman, I consider my other sister, makes you, my family”
Susana nodded, “Don Lozano, you questioned earlier if we would leave our family, the Bianchi name and the truth is, our blood is Bianchi, but our hearts are with Alcee and where she goes is where we want to be, You are an ally. We are not betraying our family. We are protecting our family. She is my family,”
Alcee smiled. “Thank you, ladies.”
“Thank you.” Amal smiled, “did you know it was Alcee who called my uncle and told her what she witnessed from my ex’s family? She actually sent a recording of his mother berating me to him and asked why he was letting his family be so disrespected by someone who was marrying up and into his family.”
“The bitch called you fat and ordered a salad for you at lunch. She’s lucky I didn’t put a pen knife into her thigh.” Alcee griped. “I’m not even a violent person. I’m a lover not a fighter. I like to use my brains but sometimes there are situations which lend to needing to use a little force and she would fit the bill.”
“What happened with her?” Tito asked as he boldly reached out and played with a strand of Amal’s hair over her shoulder.
Amal slapped his hand away. “Stop touching me.”
“Soon you will beg for it. What happened to the old judgy bitch.”
“My uncle called off the wedding and blacklisted their florist company. They used to be used for funerals and weddings exclusively. Not anymore.”
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Amal’s tone was gleeful. “She lost her business.”
“It’s not enough. I will make them all pay.”
Amal looked at Alcee, “was I sucked up into an alien spaceship or something?”
“Don’t look at me? I have my own insanity to deal with. I can’t figure yours out too.”
“Hey,” Torq pinched Alcee’s waist. “What does this mean?”
“It means you walked into Kylen’s office yesterday morning, declared me yours, said we’re getting married and since then you’ve distracted me with sex. If this isn’t the definition of insane, I don’t know what is.”
“My cock doesn’t work without you.” He was blunt.
Amal and Susana barely stifled giggles at his words. The girls signed the documents with a flourish,
Susana slid the papers back across the desk. “I feel really wealthy now
“You are really wealthy now. You’ll get paid monthly dividends. Your father was quite proud of the two of you for making this choice.”
“He called me this morning to say the same,” Amal admitted with a smile. “He’s a good dad.”
Torq nodded, “I hope someday my children say the same thing about me, I am hopeful I will do Antero proud. Now, it’s time to let our games begin. Are we ready?”
“No.” Alcee whispered. “I don’t know if I ever will be. I have not seen him since he pulled a weapon on me.”
He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest, his legs gripping hers in his. “When he is in here, you feel this, you feel how I can surround you all I am. This feeling isn’t only physical. I will keep you surrounded all the time, Alcer. I will protect you with my dying breath.”
“I simply don’t want it to come to this,”
“It’s my job to make sure he doesn’t die whilst protecting you,” Tito said with arrogance. “Now let’s get this over with so I can take my future wife to lunch.”
As Alcee giggled and Amal managed to smack Tito below the belt causing him to double over and grab himself, Torg growled.
“Game faces everyone. This isn’t a friend coming into this room. This is an enemy, and we need to be ready.”
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