Chapter 18

Time seems suspended for those in hell. The mind won’t quiet. It runs rampant with every worst-case scenario. And every time the phone sounds, you find yourself hoping to finally be able to back away from the edge but learn that you’re back contemplating those same horrible thoughts. That’s what it was like for Gio and Erick for days.

When Gio contacted his father about what happened, he and his sister decided to visit London to support Gio.

Gio and Jake had taken turns spying on Sky. Yet she had not gone anywhere to lead them to their lovers. After an exhausting day of following her around, Gio went home.

The house was nearly full of loved ones anticipating the safe return of Nyla and Bianca. Due to the nature of the case, authorities stepped up their search; the information was on all the news channels.

They indeed exhumed the body of Katherine Robles in Zaragoza, Spain, and learned that those were not her remains. They had not done a proper study before and only went by the items left near the charred body and the story Fernando provided.

That night he escaped death; he was prepared to leave the country. He was ready to go into hiding. He went to an ATM and retrieved a large sum of money. On his way back to the car, he felt cold steel on his back, “adonde vas, mi amor?” Katherine asked sinisterly, “You didn’t think I’d let you leave so easily, walk.”

They got into his vehicle; he drove. She planned to take him someplace rural, execute him, and leave his body for the wolves. But Fernando was more skilled at fighting. As he drove, he took an opportunity to wrestle the gun away from her. There was a loud pop that made their ears ring. The vehicle crashed; Fernando crawled from the wreckage.

He saw Katherine’s limp body and assumed that she was dead. He managed to get himself to a hospital. He told the doctors and authorities what happened. By the time they arrived, the car was in flames.

Gio’s face spoke volumes when he stepped into the living room. Their hearts were heavy. His sister hugged him, “It’s going to be all right. We can’t lose hope.”

He sat on the sofa next to his father. His dad hugged him, “I hate this. I had forgotten about that woman. I made myself forget her.”

The first night they met. Katherine had snuck away from her home and met Vincenzo at his hotel. They had drinks. They spoke of their families. He told her he planned to marry a beautiful woman. Katherine said that she was set to marry a businessman.

Vincenzo assumed they were on the same page. However, he was reading the forward; she was already in the last chapter.

On the last day of his trip, she spoke of love and running away together. He was confused. He explained that nothing like that was going to happen. She went berserk. Her words oozed out like venom. She became erratic, throwing things, hitting him, and threatening to harm herself.

To calm her, he slept with her. It was so good; she fell asleep in his arms. At the right moment, he found a chance to escape. That was the last time he had seen her. He didn’t know about the life he had placed in her womb.

Gio sighed, “It’s okay, baba.”

“Can I meet our older brother?” Natalie asked.

“We should meet him,” said Vincenzo.

But Gio was still salty, “I don’t know, baba—”

“Gio, don’t be like that. You said yourself that he had no idea who this woman was or what she was capable of doing.”

“If you want to meet with him, then do it,” he barked as he stood and left the room.

It was awkward for a moment. Then Erick spoke, “I’ll go talk to him.”

The room was dark. Only the light from candles glowed. The table was a long oval. Nyla was strapped to a chair on the right and Bianca was strapped to a chair on the left. “Well, ladies,” she said as she walked gingerly to her seat at the head of the table, “dinner is almost ready. I do believe you’re going to love what our cook has prepared.” She sat. her face still had bruises; her right arm was in a sling.

“You can’t keep us here,” Bianca snapped.

“I can do what I want. No one knows where we are. We can live here like a family. The three of us. Who needs men? Fuck the patriarchy!”

“I can go into labor early,” Nyla said shakily.

“You’ll be fine dear. I practically delivered my first child by myself. I got you, girl.”

“Katherine, this is stupid.”

“Katherine? I am your mother.”

Two handsome men with the bodies of Viking warriors appeared with food and placed the items on the table. They were dressed in next to nothing only an apron covering their massive manhoods.

“See girls, these men, I have trained. We can share.”

“I want to go home to my husband,” Bianca hissed.

“Me too.”

“Ladies, ladies, please. You’re being ungrateful. Just eat. Pregnant women have to eat. See Bianca I’m not as cruel as you think I am.”

Blissfully, she lay on her belly. She felt the deep penetrating strokes of Donatello. He had to play the game. Keep her happy, he thought as he dug deeper. But then, his mind shifted to that tormented state. It had been days since he heard a word from his sister or his friend.

“Donatello, Donatello, wait, stop, uh, I can’t—”

He hand smashed her head into the mattress. His strokes were no longer gentle. They were angry. She gasped and struggled, finally, he realized what he was doing. He pulled his cock from her pussy and let semen drip onto her lower back.

Slowly, she rolled over, “What the fuck was that?” she asked.

“I’m sorry. It’s been frustrating. These last few days.”

She shook her head in disappointment, “Just admit that you miss fucking her.”

He scoffed, “Okay. I miss her. I miss how calm I feel when I’m around her and yes, I miss fucking her.”

Her face cracked.

“She’s nice inside and out.”

“And what about me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t yet. I’m still trying to figure you out.”

“Me? And you? I’m still trying to figure you out. I’m supposed to be your girlfriend. Yet, you’ve told no one about us. We’re supposed to be trying to have a baby, but you refuse to cum inside of me.”

“I think we can both agree that things have been a little crazy and maybe it’s not the right time to bring another life into this fucked up world we exist in,” he grumbled.

She watched as he left the bed, got dressed, and walked to the door. “Where are you going?” she asked almost crying.

“Anywhere but here. I need some space.”

By morning, Sky woke up feeling on edge. She couldn’t stop thinking about the night of Donatello’s birthday party when she received a call from Katherine and how she left Donatello in bed so she could go help his deranged mother.

She was tasked with finding a woman to put in the car and set it on fire. She remembered how she lured a homeless woman with expensive jewels, clothes, and scarves that belonged to Katherine.

As the woman surveyed the merchandise, Sky cracked her over the head. One of Katherine’s goons placed the woman into the car, an accelerant was poured all over the car, and then a match was tossed inside.

Sky shook, God, forgive me. She left the bed hurriedly, went into the shower, and scrubbed so hard, her skin turned red. Get it together, Sky. None of this was my fault. It was Katherine.

Suddenly she heard voices and saw images, “Mentidosa,” Saul’s voice sounded, “you were always going to help me destroy them.”

She shuddered, “No, no, I wasn’t. You threatened me. I only wanted to sing.”

Another voice sounded, “So, you used me?” asked Emilio with hurt, “I loved you even when everyone told me not to trust you.”

“I did care about you. I never wanted you to die.”

“Ha, ha, ha” Fernando’s voice boomed, “you wanted him dead so you could be with Donatello. Face it. You’re an opportunist.”

“No. No. No, NO!!!” she left the shower, dried quickly, and got dressed.

After calming her mind, she went to the kitchen, where she found Jake. His spirit looked broken, “Any news?” she asked as she rubbed his shoulder.

He looked up at her, paused, and shook his head, “No. Nothing yet.”

“I’ve been praying.”

He scoffed and cleared his throat, “I better get to work.”

“You’re going to work?”

“Yeah. I have to do something to take my mind off this bull shit.”

“Have you seen Donatello this morning?”

“He’s gone over to see the Manzini’s. Meet his pops and his sister.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh, okay.”

He grabbed his keys and left.

She waited. The door opened, then. She hurried to the living room and watched as he drove away. She was home alone. She took a deep breath and made a phone call.

“I told you never to call me. Our business is done.”

“I can’t do this. Donatello hates me.”

“He’s a man. Use what God gave you to control him.”

“It’s not fucking working. She’s gone; all he can think about is her. Things were fine before. Maybe you can just release Nyla.”

“Estas loca? I can’t do that. They both stay with me. You wanted Donatello to yourself and now you have him. Goodbye.”

Sky gritted her teeth hard and screamed and her body trembled. She wanted Donatello but not this Donatello. He was too distracted. At least before he contemplated life with her. Now, he only seemed to tolerate her.

“Fuck!” she exclaimed in despair.

Looking into his eyes for the first time, he saw part of himself. Natalie smiled, “Manzini men have the most brilliant eyes,” said Natalie as she watched the interaction between her newly found brother and father.

Gio stood behind the bar in the kitchen watching as his father bonded with Donatello. They talked for an hour getting to know each other. It was the perfect way to kill time as they waited to hear from Jake. Jake was notified by Lalo’s sister-in-law that he was in the hospital. He went to see Lalo.

The doorbell sounded, “I’ll get it,” Evi said. Evi was Erick’s mother. She came in support of all that was happening. Moments later, she returned with Jake.

Gio hurried into the living room, “So?”

“B called Lalo that day the ladies went missing. He was trying to rescue them but one of Katherine’s people caused his car to crash. The dude’s been in the hospital. Sky was there. He described her. She knows something.”

Rage grew inside Donatello and Gio. “I want to wring her fucking neck,” confessed Gio.

Donatello nodded, “I can’t believe she would do this.”

“A desperate person will do just about anything. Honestly, brother, nothing surprises me anymore,” said Natalie.

“Lalo has some friends watching the house. They saw Sky leave a little while ago. Hopefully, we can find them today.”

“I hope so,” said Gio.

“Me too,” concurred Donatello.

It was a small cabin in the woods. The rooms were tiny. The full-sized bed was against the wall with a clear view out the window to the right. The view, as lovely as it was, was not her concern as her mouth housed a rather large whopper of a cock and another pounded her from the rear. Her moans, yelps, and howls traveled throughout the small cabin.

In the next room, there were two twin beds with a nightstand in the middle. Nyla lay in one bed as Bianca lay in the other. They were both bound to the bed with a handcuff on one wrist. A man was sitting in a chair by the door.

They heard the sounds, “Ay, Ay, si, si, ay!”

“For the love of God!” Bianca complained.

Nyla laughed. It was good to have some comic relief during their wrongful imprisonment. After her laughter subsided, she looked up at the ceiling. She saw Gio’s face. As she lay thinking about him, she became uncomfortable, “Ooh,” she grunted.

Bianca turned to her, “Kick?”

“Um, yeah a huge one.”

“When are we going to eat?” Bianca asked, “She’s been fucking all morning.”

The guard cleared his throat, “You’ll eat soon enough. Settle down.”

As the moments went by Nyla continued to feel the tightening in her belly which intensified. She groaned. Bianca sat up, “I think you’re in labor,” Bianca said with certainty, “uncuff me, I have to help her.”

“Shut up! La Patrona gives the orders. Not you.”

“Then you do something asshole. These babies will be here and my guess is you’ve never delivered a child before.”

He huffed and rolled his eyes as he left the seat. The door opened and he walked out.

As Sky drove, her mind was all over the place. She had one mission, to find Katherine and demand financial assistance so she could leave London for good. There was no good path forward with Donatello. It was all Katherine’s fault for dragging her into the she-fuckery that existed between her and the Manzini family.

The car sounded, “bing,” as the gaslight appeared on the dashboard.

“Fuck,” she said as she prepared to leave the road. As she changed lanes, she noticed a black sedan with tinted windows did the same.

She pulled off the road and parked. The car drove by, “I’m getting paranoid,” she whispered as she got back on the road and later found a gas station. After getting her tank filled, she went into the store to buy a drink, when she headed to the door, she noticed the black sedan parked behind her vehicle. She turned and ran to the back of the store.

She saw a door, “employees only,” she entered. It was quiet. She saw a man sleeping at a little desk. His car keys rested by his cell phone on top of the desk. She grabbed them. The man opened his eyes, “Hey, who the hell—”

She was already running out the door. Frantically, she pressed the car remote until one white truck sounded. She hurried just in time to see the man chasing after her, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he screamed as she drove off.

For an hour she drove around aimlessly to ensure she wasn’t being followed. Then she headed to see that woman.

Annoyed that her sexual experience was interrupted, she entered the bedroom. She saw Bianca looking between Nyla’s legs, “What’s happening?” she asked plainly.

“She’s in labor. You have to take her to the hospital,” Bianca urged.

“And risk getting caught. No.”

“ARrrrrrghhhh!” Nyla screamed as the contractions hit causing her vagina to feel as if it was about to split open, “Oh my god,” she cried.

“Please, Mom, you’re not this cruel,” Bianca said.

Katherine huffed. She turned to one of her men, “Go get me some towels, string, a sharp knife, and alcohol.”

“Where do I find this stuff?” he asked.

“Try looking around the house.”

He nodded rapidly and left the room.

“You can’t be serious mom, she needs a doctor, what if one baby gets stuck or the cord gets wrapped around a baby’s neck or, or—”

“Ya, ya, Bianca, por favor, ya. Let me think, please. I can do this. I’ve had two kids.”