Chapter 163
Alcee walked into the closed–up deli and followed her brother into the back room, rubbing her nose at the smell of pastrami and strong cheese, She considered grabbing a handful of meat from behind the counter, but her brother was rushing her.
She made a face as she looked around the room and saw her brothers and her mother sitting with Michelo’s father–in–law, the man who owned the def, and then two men she didn’t know and their bodyguards.
“This is Karolos Pavlidis.”
“Should I know the name?” she asked smartly at Mercurio’s introduction.
“He’s here to conduct business with our family. Be polite,” Michelo grunted from his place where he leaned against a wall, his foot pressed up against it with his knee bent.
“Fuck you, Michelo. I haven’t seen you in six years. You don’t get to tell me to be polite.” She looked around the room, “that goes for any of you,” her eyes landed on her mother. She tried not to react to the sight of her mother sitting in a wheelchair, near a table with an oxygen tank hooked to the back of it, tubes connected to her nose.
“At least say hello to your mother,” Falco hissed at her.
“My mother disowned me six years ago.” She didn’t flinch as her mother’s startled gaze flicked to hers. “In fact, she stood right at your father’s side,” she looked back to Falco, “tucked her arm into his elbow and told me to get out and not come back.”
“She threw herself in front of his weapon to protect you.”
“Yes, I guess I owe you a debt of gratitude for saving me from taking a bullet from your abusive twat of a husband. Thanks,” she said dryly.
“Why are you being so fucking antagonistic?” Michelo asked boldly.
“Alfio, try to make any deals to force my best friends to marry you lately?”
Mercurio moved and pulled a chair, “Alcee, please take a seat.”
“I’d rather stand. The way when my husband comes through the door with guns blazing, he knows where I am.”
“You are mouthy,” the Greek man at the table said with a laugh.
“It’s why my father hated me. Well, this and apparently he thought my mother was a cheating whore and I wasn’t his.”
“Alcee!” her mother rasped out. “Enough.“.
“Look, he brought me here at gunpoint and threatened to shoot my guards,” she waved at Mercurio. “I don’t want to be here.”
Alcee,” Karolos gave a laugh, “I beg of you to sit. Please.”
“I’d rather not.”
“And yet, I insist.”
“And yet I refuse,” she wasn’t backing down. “Mr. Pavlidis, I’m sure you’re a big fish in this ocean but my husband is the biggest, literally and figuratively
“You’ve called him your husband a couple of times now, yet I know you are not legally married.”
“I live in his house. I sleep in his bed. I gave birth to his son. In many states, it is the definition of common–law spouse. In my heart, he is my husband.
“You care for him? Karolos frowned at her and then looked at Mercurio, “you said she was being forced.”
“I know he threatened her to bring his son to him. I watched in his office as he forced her to sit on his knee. I watched from a distance when he moved his
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mother in and forced his family upon her. He’s forcing her to suck our calls and keeping her from her family, I know he is monitoring your betone the way he treated you at the so called family dinner the other night,” Mercurio ground out his wands,
“Oh, fuck you, Mercurio, cut him off again. “We just went over this in the car. He’s a powerful man who likes things a certain way, I’m a confident who doesn’t like to budge. We’re going to butt heads, but he adores me. He absolutely adores me. He adores our son. He bought him a dog où a bhim his make him smile. He lays on the floor and plays blocks with him. He gives me space when I ask for it Mercurio. Honestly, I bet there isn’t a man in the form who treats his partner as reverently as he does me.”
“Are you sure?” Karolos gave a laugh. “I am known to be very affectionate with my lovers.”
out, give them massages without asking for sex in return and cuddle them without “When you fuck up, do you draw them a scented bath, carry them in asking for sex in return? Do you apologize with heartfelt affection and never repeat the same mistake twice?”
“He gave you a massage?” Michelo raised an eyebrow. “Without wanting
“Yup. Only my back. He didn’t even try anything sexual. Told me I was too tired and emotional, and his job was to make me relax and feel better
“He really cares for you?” her mother asked.
of
why I was rushing back to the office. I was supposed to give him a It’s my scar. “He thinks I’m a warrior for carrying his son. Wants to get a tattoo refresher of what it looks like.” She knew her mother was going to cringe at the notion, and it made her happy with the little bit of revenge she could exact.
“Scar? What scar?”
“The one from where I tore birthing his big–headed son out. Did you know the kid was in the hundredth percentile at birth?” She watched all of her brothers, and all the Greek men’s eyes widen with horror as she continued and the satisfaction at making them uncomfortable danced along her brain gleefully. “He was nearly ten pounds and came out like a freight train blasting through a donut hole. Ripped me from vag to ass and a quarter inch wide. She held her fingers apart, “I couldn’t poop properly for days.” She grinned when Alfio made a retching noise. “What’s the matter big brother, you can pop men off with a gun but the notion your sister can bring life into the world freaks you out?”
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Yes, you go girl! Let them all hear your truth!!
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I love how alcee strips them down to the bone
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