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I shook my head. “I honestly thought, you know, we could live something of a normal life… somewhere. New Zealand. Scarsdale. Wherever. Even if it was just temporary, we could just be a normal family.”
“What happened?” James demanded rather than asked this time.
I sighed. “The neighborhood Stepford Wives confronted me at the park. They made it clear they thought we didn’t belong, and that we were horrible people they didn’t want to associate with.”
James’s lips thinned. “Did they now?”
“They did. I don’t suppose anything came back on their background checks that puts us on equal footing?” I looked up at James.
“Which families?” James asked.
I rattled off the names.
James shook his head. “If you’re talking about a criminal element, then no, there is nothing that puts us on an equal footing. On paper, they are all squeaky clean.”
“On paper,” I repeated bitterly. “I’ll bet every one of their husbands is embezzling or running Ponzi schemes to defraud poor people.”
“Or their wives are just massive c*nts,” James suggested.
“Well, that goes without saying.” I winced. “Also, Alessandro now has two new favorite words.”
James looked hesitant. “Do I want to know what they are?”
“Bitch and shit,” I muttered.
“Oh, you’ve GOT to be kidding me,” James groaned.
“Afraid not. He learned bitch from Terese, and heard shit from Antoinette,” I said. “If the judge asks Alessandro to get up and try to speak on his own behalf, we’re going to be so screwed.”
“The judge isn’t going to ask that. He’s not even two yet,” James scoffed.
I stared up at the ceiling, feeling my eyes still stinging with tears. “I slapped Terese.”
“Not… good… though, I’m sure she deserved it…” James said tightly.
“She called our children bastards.” I bit my lip, trying not to cry. “I think Antoinette defused the situation. She said she’d tell Terese’s husband about her affair with the gardener if Terese reported me for hitting her. Terese didn’t seem all that concerned, though.”
“Why wouldn’t she be concerned?” James asked.
“Oh, because she knows there’s a mountain of evidence against us. And, as it turns out, the Cartwrights are planning to change Alessandro’s name to Alexander. Apparently, Alessandro is too ‘ethnic.'”
“Ethnic, hmm?” James said, and I could hear his teeth grinding.
“Something has to happen, James. There needs to be some miracle,” I whispered. “I can’t lose him. Especially not to those people.”
“I know,” James replied. “I know, baby.” He moved to curl around me, spooning me from behind, taking both my hands and wrapping our joined hands over my stomach. “I’m going to do everything. Everything I can. I will rain fire down on these people, Becca.”
My heart felt broken, and my spirit defeated. “How? How can you rain fire on them? They’ll be expecting it. They’ll only take Dahlia as well.”
“They might try to take Dahlia anyway,” James said softly. “If we’re declared unfit parents…”
I curled tighter still, shuddering with fear. “Please don’t say that out loud.”
“I don’t want to lie to you,” James responded, kissing the back of my neck. He leaned his forehead against me and sighed. “I want us to be prepared. If Alessandro gets… gets taken, we need to get back to Italy as soon as possible. The very next second. We can’t let any time pass between Alessandro being taken and something official about us being unfit parents altogether coming down the pipe. I will work endlessly to get him back, I promise.”
“We really are going to lose, aren’t we?” I managed to form the words after several attempts.
James held me tighter. “We probably are,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to fight until the very end.”
I nodded. “Okay, then I want you to do it.”
“Do…?” James asked.
“You rain fire down on those bastards. Forever, and ever, and ever,” I said.
James.
I slept nestled into my favorite places—my face nestled in Becca’s neck, my hand nestled around one of her breasts, my c*ck nestled between her legs. It was bliss, and it was a necessary reprieve from the Alessandro debacle. I couldn’t imagine losing that little boy any more than Becca could.
If it came down to it, and it looked as though it would, I was going to talk with Tony about kidnapping. It was an insane move, but this was an insane situation.
Speaking of Tony, my cell phone rang on the bedside table. It was Tony’s ring, and one of the very few that could bypass the silent mode.
Becca stirred, but I kissed the back of her neck as I gently pulled out of her and smoothed the hair away from her cheek. “I’ll be right back, baby,” I murmured, then went to grab my phone while covering Becca with the blankets.
“Yes?” I asked in a clipped tone, walking out onto the balcony stark naked and closing the door behind me.
“We have a problem,” Tony said without preamble.
“I trust it’s a bigger problem than a custody battle over Alessandro?” I leaned on the balcony railing, staring out at the first fingers of the dawn.
“Well… yes,” Tony sighed. “Ronaldo has gained momentum in his plan to frame you. He’s manufactured a lot of evidence against you and those loyal to you, making it look like you did the Don and not him. I’m pretty sure if and when you come back here, they’re going to arrest you.”
“What evidence?” I grunted. I wasn’t surprised. Annoyed, but not surprised.
“Footprints, fingerprints, ballistics to our guns, hair samples, you name it. He must have a lot of pull with the police to get that much evidence cooked up,” Tony said miserably.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “What about the witnesses at the restaurant?”
“Scared sh*tless. I don’t know if they can tell the difference between you and Ronaldo, anyway,” Tony replied. “If they can, they’re either being paid or threatened because they’re insisting they saw you.”
I groaned. “What about the cameras? I figure THAT will be proof enough that it was Ronaldo and not me.”
“The restaurant doesn’t have cameras,” Tony said.
I blinked. “Come again?”
“There are no cameras in the restaurant,” Tony repeated. “Might be one of the reasons the Don liked it so much.”
I slammed my fist on the railing. “Oh, this is just fantastic.”
“We are combing for footage from neighboring businesses and residences,” Tony responded hurriedly.
My breathing evened out. “Alright. Let me know what the results of that are.”
