Sold To the Grizzly Don (Alcee and Bruno) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Alece looked at Torq, this time wanting him to stand up for his son to Ci

“Get him out from under the table now.”

Clanna. Instead, he looked back at Alcee.

She made incredulous eyes at him and then leaned closer to him, “Don Lozano,” the formal address made his lips purse in annoyance, “my son has a diagnosis of autism,” she said it loud enough for the table to hear. “He is only five years old. Tonight, he was dragged from the comfort of his home so the world could regale the greatness of his father. Considering all of the upheaval in his life as of late, he is stressed and at the end of his rope. This dinner party was not created with him in mind at all. There was no consideration of what his needs might be, given he is a small child with a medical condition. He was thrown into the spotlight tonight. He was given suhpar fond because let’s be real he’s been eating like a king since your mother arrived and this,” she shoved the tiramisu across the table uncaring how rude she was, “looks like it came from a box. He was in school today. It is now an hour past his bedtime. He has listened over and over again to the mean hitch three seats down who feels she is allowed to make a mockery of a five–year–old boy because her son cuts her far too much slack. We are done. I will get him out from under the table, but we are leaving. We are going home. I am putting him to bed. She glared around the table, “and it’s going to get loud the minute I put my hands on him, so I suggest if you don’t like it,” she tossed headphones on the table, “cover your fucking ears.”

Amal looked down at her plate as slet tried not to laugh gleefully at Alcee’s outburst. Susana was at her back, helping pull her chair out.

“Alcee, I’ll carry your purse, phone, and stuff. You grab him. Mom already ran to get

et us a car. I

It might not have a booster in it.”

“It won’t matter because I won’t be able to buckle him in anyway.

“Alcee, sit down, Torq growled at her. “You can’t leave yet.”

“Don Lozano, again, I appreciate this is your big debut but your son, the little boy who is now under the table rocking, is done and while I appreciate you need me to pander to your ego, he is my little boy, and I will not subject him to anymore of this farce.” She turned and glared at Cianna, “and you, coming for a five–year–old child. Does it make you feel like you are powerful, you ugly bully? You’ve made an enemy of me tonight, Cianna.” She glared at Raniero, “and you, I don’t think you took my warning very seriously earlier but you and I, are very much off on the wrong foot. You aren’t welcome in my home because if you don’t think I can’t see the smug expression on your face at the way this evening has gone, you’re a fool. I think you knew this shit was going to happen with your mother and you are thrilled your brother is uncomfortable. Maybe deep down you were hoping Corrado would have killed him? Were you playing both sides, Raniero?”

“Alcee, enough!” Torq went to reach for her arm but missed her as she wrenched herself away,

She shook her head and sighed at Torq, “I’m so disappointed in you. The man who made appointments with psychologists and talked to therapists about how to work with your son and it all went out the window over this little vanity project. He’s only a little boy, Torg. I think you all forget it because he’s the size of an eight–or–nine–year old but he’s only five.” She took a deep breath as Amal stood beside her, ready to assist at pulling the boy out. She reached the table and immediately the screaming started. While he wouldn’t talk for the next little while, this was unfortunately going to be the norm. The screaming, the hitting, the biting if she were unlucky, all parts of the way this child could not control his emotions.

Torg watched wide–eyed as she pulled the flailing boy from under the table and restrained him in a hold his therapists taught her. She felt her new dress tearing as he thrashed in her arms as she carried him out of the restaurant towards the waiting car. Amal dove into the car first and helped pull Antero inside and then she slid in with Susana quickly at her heels. Alcee rattled off an address and then looked at Susana, “I wish I could take him back to our old place,” she shot Amalan apologetic look as she took a kick to the rib as she held his feet, “but Avalanche is at his room at the condo, and I think she might be helpful.”

“She could be,” Susana agreed. “We’ll stay with you.”

“Torq is going to be pissed,” she shook her head at them, “I just made a huge scene.”

“He fucking deserved it,” Susana grunted. “The entire table could see Antero getting antsier by the seconds and he turned a blind eye. That bitch Cianna with her under the breath comments despite you putting her in her place demonstrated she knew damn well he wasn’t really going to have yours or his mother’s back. He has some kind of guilt complex with Raniero and spoils him. Genevra was telling me Bastiano also spoils him rotten. There is an age gap there and he’s been with him since Raniero was eighteen. He’ll do whatever Bastiano says but Bastiano pats him on the head like a good fucking pet and gives him everything, Genevra said it pisses her off she gets so much shit for her choices when Bastiano is literally a fucking simp for the guy.”

One of Antero’s arms got free, and he failed and caught Alcee in the mouth, and she could immediately taste blood as her tooth punctured her lip.

“Fuck.” She hissed as she looked at Amal who winced.

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