by Mary Nixon
"Are you okay? You look upset." Bianca pointed out.
"I had a fig... fight with Jacob. I'm pissed. Tony can you get me some ice cream to go? Pistachio and chocolate." She ordered.
I cupped her face and looked into her torrid sapphire eyes.
"How did you get here? Bianca and I were just headed to your place. Let's go back and the four of us can talk it out."
"I stepped out for a drive. Can you go get me ice cream already?" She demanded impatiently.
Whatever it was that was bothering her, ice cream was not going to cure it. I looked over her shoulder and saw Jacob's Murciélago parked not far from her.
"Jacob let his nine months
pregnant bride to be drive his Lambo?" I asked Keira in disbelief.
Jacob was protective and there was no way he would have signed off on Keira driving his beast of a car.
"Not exactly. Can you get me the damn ice cream so that we can go already?"
"I'll get the ice cream." Bianca offered.
"No!" Keira suddenly blurted out. "I have some girl issues I want to ask you about. Tony please."
"Keira, you don't seem okay to me. There is more to this than Jacob." I made sure to point out before I left to get the ice cream.
Bianca's POV
Once Tony had left, I turned to the very troubled woman standing beside me.
I had never seen her so uneasy before. Keira had always had a calm aura about her. This was all strange. Before I could open my mouth to ask what was going on, a man approached us.
"Listen blondie, you will get into the car with me and we will drive off. Give me your bag."
I stared at his tattooed hands and the ponytailed hair. Fear rushed through me and instantly went into defensive mode.
"Go to hell!" I cursed him and tried to yank Keira's hand so that we could run but she didn't budge. "What the bloody hell Keira! Let's go!"
"They will kill her." She said in a small terrified voice.
"Who?" I asked with my eyes still on the man who was not making a single move.
"Madeline. Please they'll kill Jacob's daughter, they'll kill her."
Where was Tony when you needed him?
"One scream blondie and Madeline is dead. Remember your boyfriend's Agera? I did that to him. I don't bluff. Get into the damn Porsche and let's go!" He ordered before turning to face Keira. "I'm trusting you to drive the Lambo. Don't you dare do anything funny or your friend will bleed. You daughter will die."
I was frozen as he grabbed me and forced me into the driver's seat of the silver Porsche; a car I had bought for myself after saving for countless months.
Now it was getting stolen and I had no idea when I would afford another unlike Tony who replaced his Agera a month after it disappeared.
"Drive!" He ordered me.
I obeyed and slowly reversed the car. I drove past Keira and she gazed at me apologetically. With all honesty she was the one I was worried for. She was almost due, just a week or so and she would give birth to her twins.
"What do you hope to accomplish by doing this?" I asked.
"I intend to be a billionaire like your boyfriend." He said sarcastically. "Less talking more driving."
"Tony will get you for
this and Jacob will destroy you for abducting his pregnant fiancée."
"I'm so scared." He feigned fear. " Slow down at the interjection."
Tony's POV
I got to the villa half an hour after I hadn't found either Bianca or Keira in the parking lot.
"I can't find Bianca. I went to get Keira ice cream and when I got back they were gone. She was driving your Murciélago." I spoke frantically.
Jacob stared at me for a long time as if he was trying to digest what I had just said.
"Tony I'm so sorry." He apologized. "This is my fault, I shouldn't have treated her so badly. She would still be here and so would Madeline and Bianca."
"What's going on? Madeline is gone to?"
Jacob explained to me what had happened and I stood there more puzzled than Mariann who was as white as snow.
"They've been abducted?" I asked but before Jacob could answer, Erma fell back and I caught he'd just in time.
"Take her upstairs." Jacob instructed me and I did so all along wondering if the girls were okay.
Once I had taken her to her bedroom, I went back downstairs to find the living room packed with police officers. One of them was questioning Jacob.
"What was she wearing?" The detective asked.
I could see Jacob racking through his thoughts struggling to recall what his fiancée had been wearing. He probably didn't even remember.
When he knocked over a vase, I interjected to end his frustration.
"A black dress with red sandals."
Jacob wasn't pleased but truth was, he needed the help.
"And your fiancée signor? Anything
you can tell us about her?'
"She's about five six in height, blonde hair, green eyes and was wearing a dark blue dress. She was driving a silver Porsche Carrera GT. I have her photo right here." I handed him a passport size photo of Bianca.
"Where's Bruce?" Jacob demanded.
I stepped outside to call him again. He was not far from us. Bruce was ex military. When it came to finding people, no one was better at it than him.
"En route." He told me once he answered. "I'm ten minutes out."
"Hurry up. We're losing our minds over here." I urged him.
"Sure. I'll be there soon but I'm tracking Jacob's Lambos right now. You guys sit put. We'll find the girls."
"Thank you."
When I hinged up, I took a deep breath. Bianca was more than capable of handling herself. Keira on on the other hand was almost due. Jacob was losing it and I could hear him and Erma arguing in Italian.
"Hold on Bianca, I'm coming. I'm going to find you." I whispered to myself before going back inside.
The sight that caught me was shocking. Nonno was on the floor almost breathless and Erma was kneeling beside him.
"Call an ambulance!" Nock asked as he watched his grandfather in horror.
"Papa please wake up, per favore papa! Per favore don't die on me, wake up papa!" Erma begged with tears soaking her cheeks.
Bloody hell!
What the hell was all this for?
Bianca's POV
/>I was chained to the wall staring at Keira falling apart and Madeline crying her lungs out for her father.
Where were they? Didn't they know we had been abducted?
I noticed the two brutes in charge of watching us tormenting Jacob's daughter.
"Leave her alone!" I yelled from where I was standing.
I should have been scared but I wasn't.
"You feel left out blondie?" One of them asked.
"Do you have a bloody fetish for terrorizing women you bloody coward?"
He walked up to me and slapped me really hard before slamming me against the wall.
"Hasn't your man ever taught you to shut that hole on your face?" He asked.
"My man hits like a man. You hit like a bloody girl! Madeline can hit harder than you!" I intentionally decided to piss him off.
He hit me again and this time tears stung my eyes as I yanked at the chain wishing I could free myself and beat the crap out of him.
He must have seen my smug look and he slammed me into the wall repeatedly.
"You'll kill her! Stop it! Stop it!" Keira yelled.
I could feel my consciousness slipping from me as the side of my face bled. A moment longer and I would pass out. I struggled to remain conscious as Keira was brought to the wall beside me.
I knew what those brutes wanted.
"Who wants to go first? Or should we start with the little girl?"
They were unbuckling their pants.
"She's three years old you piece of scum!" I spoke up.
"I'll go first." Keira offered herself.
"No start with me. She's pregnant and I'm not." I interjected. "I have not
hing to lose."
I was now scared but I would do anything for Keira. She was my friend... My only friend.
"Will your boss approve of this?" She suddenly spoke. "Blondie here is his favorite. I'm pregnant and I don't think he will let you touch a three year old."
The men looked a little confused.
"Leave them alone!" Their boss ordered as he walked in.
Something about that man gave me the creeps. My blood literally cuddled each time he came near me. He was evil.
"Leave them alone. The cops tracked the cars. We took out the trackers but we should go now!'
The two men scrambled out and he came close to me examining my damaged face. I wanted to spit at him so badly.
He kissed my cheek only increasing my levels of disgust.
"Till next time blondie."
"Screw you!" I yelled spitting at him.
He wiped it off and stared at me. He winked at me and left.
Keira looked stunned. Unlike me she was untied. Her hand settled on her belly and she closed her blue eyes tightly. When she turned to face me, her eyes were red and teary.
"Bianca, I think my water just broke."
I gazed down at the pool of fluid forming at her feet.
"Bloody hell! What bad timing your twins have."
=================
Chapter thirty two: Get out
Tony's POV
The abduction, Keira's emergency surgery after she couldn't push the twins out, Nonno's funeral and Jacob constantly arguing in Italian with Erma.
That is how the entire week had been... Insane.
Every time after Jacob and Erma argued, she would cry her eyes out. It broke my heart that Jacob was being brutal towards his mother after she had lost her father.
Growing up in an Italian household meant I heard every bit of what they argued about as much as I barely spoke the language.
The first time they had argued it was about Jacob being careless with Keira's well being. They had argued over a diary that supposedly belonged to Jacob's first wife. A diary that Jacob caught Keira with and he had been pissed about his fiancée invading his dead wife's privacy. Erma said awful things about Margaux Deveraux. Jacob reacted harshly poking holes into his mom's failed marriage with his father.
The second time was on the morning of the funeral. Jacob had another finger pointing session with his mother. She blamed him for nonno's death and he blamed her for his heart problems.
The third round was about certain secrets Erma was supposedly hiding and Jacob seemed to be restless. Every night I would hear him pacing up and down the hallways. Erma spent time outside the villa smoking away her stress.
The girls were fairly okay. Madeline had gone back to normal. Bianca was pretty banged up but she was coming around. Keira on the other hand was a different story.
She was constantly aloof.
The new born twins would have kept her busy but Jacob had two nannies monitoring them so that Keira wouldn't move a muscle.
I on the other hand had just one thing in my mind. I wanted to get my hands on the piece of scum that had mishandled Bianca. I wanted blood.
I was raging mad.
After a sketch artist had managed to get a good depiction of the man, Bruce had promised to hunt him down before he came after the rest of us.
My hands were itching to hit something or someone. I was desperate for a good brawl to just get all my anger out.
"Will they ever stop?" Bianca asked me.
She was referring to Jacob and Erma.
"They are like two bulls I swear. None of them will bow out, trust me on that."
I had grown up with Jacob long enough to know how stubborn he could be. Erma was also as obstinate as a mule.
"When are we going back to London? We have a wedding to plan." She mentioned with a smile.
I rolled over on top of her and smiled.
Over all the madness, I had been neglecting her needs.
I inched down and took her soft lips into my mouth and kissed her tenderly.
I kept my eyes open watching her furrow her brows at how good it felt.
A few minutes later she was naked with me drinking from her sweet core and her deep moans flooding the bedroom. It wasn't long before we were making sweet deep love.
She was addictive and so sweet I could have gone on eternally if I hadn't suddenly exploded inside her. She followed soon after and I remained on top as we laughed quietly.
"That was brief."
She said with a sad smile. Didn't you enjoy it?"
"I did love bit my mind us a little distant."
I rolled off her and took her to the shower where I pleased her until she couldn't stop screaming my name. My name at the tip of her tongue was music to my ears.
"Bloody hell Tony! Bloody hell that was perfect. That was perfect."
I smiled at her approval and we got dressed soon after.
"Was this your room while you were growing up here?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"Erma must really love you like a son."
"She does and she's the only mother I've ever known. I'm sorry about the madness. The Berlotellis are a hot tempered batch." I apologized.
This was supposed to be a quiet vacation but noe it was a circus.
"Can I tell you something?" Bianca asked.
I propped myself up by my elbows watching her dress.
"Sure."
"If I didn't know either you or Jacob, I would think you were Erma's son and not Jacob."
I chuckled at her observation.
"Don't laugh Tony, I'm serious. You kinda have Erma's eyes and you look alike when you smile. Jacob on the other hand looks nothing like a Berlotelli."
"That's because he's a spitting image of his father. But you won't be the first person to think Erma and I look alike."
She joined me on the bed and I saw a cheeky look in her lovely emerald eyes.
"Talk to me love, I'm listening." I told her.
"Jameselle, Jacob's newborn son, he's going to be a lady killer
when he grows up." She said with a big smile. "He's got Keira's eyes and Jacob's good looks. Who do you think our son would look like?"
My heart throbbed at the thought of my would have been sons. They would have been two years old.
"A little of both of us." I told her. "But if I ever have a daughter, I want her to look like you, exactly like you."
I gave her a brief kiss right before there was a knock on the bedroom door.
Before either of us could react the door swung wide open and Erma stood there her eyes puffy and swollen.
I instinctively stood up and embraced her as she soaked my shoulders with her tears.
"Calm down mom. What's going on?" I asked pulling her away to look at her face.
"I'm done with Jacobolas. He's kicking me out of the villa."
I glanced at my watch. It was almost midnight. Why would he do something so wreck less?
"What happened?"
She went quiet and cupped my face rubbing my cheeks tenderly. She would do that when I was a boy and it was always accompanied by some sort of a reassurance.
"No matter what happens, always remember that I love you the most. Take care of him, he's losing his grip." She told me.
She turned her attention to Bianca and cupped her face as well.
"As for you, I approve of your union with my baby boy. Take care of him and make each other happy. I love you both."
She walked back to me and squeezed my shoulder.
"See you around baby boy. I should leave before Jacob throws me out."
"Where are you going?" I asked her.
"To Rome. I have a penthouse there. Then tomorrow I'll leave for Milan."
"I'll
drive you to the airport. Is your private jet ready?" I asked.
"I usually use nonno's or one of Jacob's but he has locked me out. Don't worry, I can survive in an ordinary air plane." She assured me.
"I can ask my pilo
t to fly you to Rome." I insisted wondering why Jacob was being an ass.
"No figlio. Trust me when I say you may need to leave soon as well. Its best that your jet should be on stand by."
I suddenly felt a little confused.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Steer clear of Jacobolas. He's losing his mind. He's very upset with me and I have a strong feeling he will take it out on you. Ti amo figlio."
She was about to walk out the door when I grabbed her hand.
"I'll drive you. I don't want you alone."
*
After spending the entire night at the airport and talking endlessly about random things, I returned back to the villa at nine in the morning.
Erma had cried for most of the evening and I hoped she would be okay despite her being vague about what happened between her and Jacob.
Bianca was still asleep so I went straight towards the office but he was not there. I needed answers. I wanted to know why he had kicked her out so late at night. She may be his mother but it didn't mean u didn't love her just as much.
Like any son who would protect his mom, I needed answers from Jacob.
"Keira." I called out to her as soon as I walked into the nursery.
She placed a finger on her lips as she continued
breast feeding. It was a beautiful sight. I needed to get back on the wagon and give baby making a chance. I badly wanted my own baby.
I watched as she slowly separated Jameselle from her breast and placed him in his cot.
I looked away from her exposed chest until she poked my shoulder.
"Are you descent?" I asked before turning.
"Sure. Let's talk outside."
We stepped out of the nursery and I decided to get right to it.
"Where's your boyfriend? I need to talk to him."
"Sulking in the bedroom. I'll let him know."
I followed her to the bedroom they shared and she left the door ajar enabling me to catch a glimpse of him. He looked tormented and deep in thought. Whatever happened between him and Erma must have been epic to affect him like this.
"Tony is looking for you, he wants to talk." Keira informed him.
"Tell him to piss off." He replied bitterly.
Erma had warned me that he was mad at me too.
"Why don't you grow some bloody balls and tell me to piss off than using Keira as your bloody messenger?" I challenged him before I could control my mouth.
He gave me a murderous look, the one he gave anyone he wanted to beat to a pulp.