Sold To the Grizzly Don (Alcee and Bruno) novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

Torq entered the condo after taking the stairs down with a grim expression on his face. The sounds of screams coming from down the hall made him start to race but his father stood there, blocking his path.

“He does not want you there.” Cicciu said bluntly with more than a glimmer of anger on his face.

“She knows what she is doing with him Torq. You clearly do not, so leave it to the professional.” His mother gave him a stern warning as she cleaned up a mess of spilled cereal on the table.

“What happened?”

“Susana poured the milk before he was in the room. He threw the bowl.” Cicciu said sadly.

“He can’t be going off like this every time he gets upset.”

He stared in disbelief as his mother rounded and smacked him in the face, hard. She was on her tiptoes her finger pointed at his nose and her eyes full of fury.

“I have never been more disappointed in you in my life. Ever. You’re riding a high of ego after killing Corrado and it’s making you think you’re some kind of invincible God who thinks the entire world should bow down to you but you’re wrong. What you’re doing right now is creating scenario where that boy down the hall will grow to be a man who wants to do to you what you did to Corrado.”

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He blinked in surprise at his mother. She’d not hit him since he was a small boy, and her words smacked him in the face harder than her palm did.

“Mama.”

“Don’t you mama me. I have been telling you for years Cianna is a horrible human being, and her son cannot be without her influence and yet you pander to him like you were the father who failed him. You were his brother not his father. You owe him nothing. His father did. His grandfather might have owed him something, but he didn’t even leave the boy a dime. You however are being used for your guilty conscience and Bastiano is being used for his cock sucking abilities.”

“Mom!” Lorita gasped from where she was wiping down a cupboard streaked with Cheerios and milk.

“Am I wrong?” Brunella grunted over her shoulder at her daughter. “We’ve all seen it. We feel bad for him having the parents he has but his disrespect tonight was out of bounds. He is forcing you to accept a woman into our family who tore it apart.”

“Corrado was the one who cheated.”

“She was the one who showed up to the church crying and begging him not to marry me. I wasn’t even supposed to know but I knew. He told her they were done. He was clear. He was concise. He didn’t even know I was there, but I was I stood there at the top of the church contemplating running and not marrying him when that bitch burst into the room and threw herself at his feet. He said he didn’t love her. He said he needed to do what was best for his family and he was sure someday he would grow to love me. She said she would never give up. Do you know I married him,” Brunella’s eyes were filled with unshed tears, “because of that moment. Because I believed him to be sincere. We spent a lovely honeymoon. For a short while it was good and then I heard she was sniffing around, not giving up as she said she would. Corrado’s anger, Corrado’s fury with his Lozano family all stems from the fact, his father told him the day Corrado was caught with that bitch, he would never give him the ring. A man who cannot contro! his cock around a viper cannot wear the Lozano ring. Those were the words your grandfather spoke. Yet, here you are, letting the viper’s son into the den without checks and balances and expecting your wife,” she pointed down the hall, “your wife, the mother of your child, to be disrespected. You disrespected me having my ex–husband’s mistress sit at my dinner table but what you did to your wife and son is a far cry worse.”

“Mama, no. I’m trying to unite the family.”

“You are trying to make it easier not fix it. Now that Corrado is gone and the threats against me and Cicciu are eliminated, I’ll be finding my own place here in New York. I will not be joining any further dinner parties. I will not be forced to attend anything where Cianna is present. I do not need to play nice just to make your brother feel comfortable when he clearly doesn’t give a fuck who he makes uncomfortable.”

Torg was wide–eyed. His mother was a good Catholic woman who rarely raised her voice and the sharp tone, the number of expletives and the color on her cheeks told him he’d crossed a line he’d never meant to cross.

“Mama. I’m sorry. Let’s sit down and talk this out.”

“You don’t get it, Torq. The time for talking this out was before you unilaterally made decisions for this family without considering the feelings of

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the people you were asking too much of.” Lorita spoke quietly from where she put her hands on her mother’s shoulders and pulled her backwards. “Torquato, Mom has told you over and over again how much Cianna has hurt her. It doesn’t matter if it’s been decades since it all began, the woman has never missed an opportunity to try to make Mom feel small and tonight was no exception. We all saw it coming. It’s why you wanted Alcee to be the buffer tonight. You knew, deep down, Cianna was going to be a problem and because you’re so caught up in making it right for your brother, you opted to forgo the people who are at your side day in and day out.”

Susana appeared at the entrance to the kitchen, “I’m sorry to interrupt but Alcee has given Antero permission to eat his dinner in bed. Is there a breakfast tray or something I can put some cereal on for him?”

“Of course,” Brunella wiped her tears off her cheeks. “Actually, Cicciu brought me breakfast in bed this morning because he felt today would be a trying day for me,” she shot Torq a glare, “and wanted to start it as good as possible. I washed the tray down. Does Antero want toast with his cereal?”

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