Sold To the Grizzly Don (Alcee and Bruno) novel Chapter 68

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Chapter 68

I do not think It makes you a whore.” Brunella turned and uncaring of the liquid staining Alcer’s fingers took them in hers and kissed the tips. “You took control of your life, your destiny, and your future. If ever there was someone I felt demonstrated everything I wish I could have been at twenty eine it is you, Alere. What an amazing example you are for your son and your future children. They are blessed with a mother who will not how down to the patriarchy and doesn’t take the easy way. You’re smart and resourceful and you did what was necessary. I am proud of you. Alere. Unlike your foolish family who wouldn’t recognize brilliance if it jumped up and gave them a lap dance, this family knows we hit the jackpot”

Trans were streaming down Alcer’s face as Brunella held her fingers to her chest and Lorita hugged her tight from behind.

The sound of Torg coming back was echoed with Antero’s stomping as he raced in and then screamed, moving to get in between Brunella and

“Mom, mom, are you cut? ? Did you get cut? Is that

Is that blood? Don’t cry Mom. Dad she’s hurt.”

Alere peried. “I’m not cut.”

Torq reached out and grabbed her fingers and licked them, “cherry juice.”

“Then why are you crying?” Antero was wide–eyed.

“Gith cry for all kinds of reasons, Antero, Cicciu commented as he hung up the leash for the dog on a hook. “My guess, is your Nonna, got all emotional and gushy and said something nice.”

“How do you know?” Antero asked wide eyed.

“She does it to me all the time,” Cicciu deadpanned. “One minute I’ll be minding my own business, and the next minute Brunella is making me ay with her sweetness. You get the nicest Nonna in the universe.”

“She makes you cry?” Antern threw his head back and gave a laugh.

She smacks us with her wooden spoon, and it hurts, Torq laughed as he kissed his mother’s cheek. “What did you do to my heide to make her look all red cheeked and teary eyed?”

“I simply told her she is my family, and I am proud of her. Nothing more.”

“You’re proud of my mom? Antero asked curiously. “Why?”

“Because she is strong and smart,” Brunella shrugged and went back to stirring a pot on the stove, “she fought hard to bring you into this world, Antero and with all the people against her, like her own father, she still persevered.”

“Don Mariani is a stupid head.” Antero grumbled. “Once I heard my mom crying with Susana and Amal because he was being a meanie. Someday when I’m older I’m going to shoot him.”

Lorita ruffled his hair, “you do that Antero, but you may need to get in line. I think your father wants to do it and he may not want to wait until you are older.”

Antero looked at Torg, ” you shoot him, I won’t be mad at you for doing it before I can. Can you do it like in the movies and make it so after you shoot him he falls off a tall building and splats on the ground?”

“And this is why Amal is not allowed to babysit you alone anymore,” Alcer wiped her hands off on a dishtowel and shook her head at her son “Seriously, no more rated movies.”

“I don’t watch the kissing”

“krah but you watch the violence” She looked at Brunella, “what are we doing with these?”

“They need to be chopped up fine so I can add them to the whipped filling for the meringue shells.”

“What is this called?” Antero anked.

“Who knows?” Brunella shrugged. “I own too many hens who lay too many eggs. I grow cherry trees which overproduce some years. This recipe I

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made up when we were getting tired of cherry jam and ple and preserves. It’s exceptionally light and fresh and your father can eat several in a sitting which means it uses them up.” She paused and looked at Torq, “I like saying that.”

“Saying what,”

“You and father in the same sentence.”

Torq smiled and looked at Antero, “I really like hearing it. Nothing makes me happier in the world than Antero being my son, well, aside from Alore being my woman.”

“I have a question,” Lorita hopped onto a stool next to Cicciu who was scrolling on his phone. “Where are Tito and Bastiano? I thought those two would be here by now.”

*They were taking Genevra to a secure location for the evening since I didn’t want her here for a second night in a row. She’s so damn annoying, Torg grunted.

“She really is,” Lorita agreed. “Where are you sending her? A prison?”

“No. Kylen Burgess‘ place. He’ll keep her safe for the evening

Alcee’s mouth fell open. “You matchmaker!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Torq gave a shrug. “We are entertaining company with my family here and I didn’t want my security team bringing too many other people into the house”

“You purposefully sent her to Kylen,” Alcee shook her head at Torg. “You are a big softie romantic.”

“I think you have me confused with someone else.” Torg made a face,

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