First Love Only Love (The Life 2)

By the time I reached the house, I’d forgotten about Fontane; he wasn’t that important in the scheme of things. I wasn’t kidding before when I asked him if he knew the age of consent in this state because it’s one of the first things I made sure of before deciding to get this involved in her mess. What he doesn’t know, what not many do, is that I’m a vengeful little shit with the mind of a despot who sincerely gives no shits about anyone who crosses me.

According to his actions in the next few days, he can either win his daughter back, or I can sever their relationship like a pro, and he wouldn’t know what the hell happened. For her sake, I’m hoping I don’t have to go that far, not with him anyway. The other two, well, there’s no hope for them. I haven’t yet found any redeeming qualities in either the mother or the daughter.

I’ll let them think the little petty games I’m about to let the twins play is the beginning and the end of what they’ll face, but there’s no way I’m leaving it there. In my experience, anyone as disgustingly vile as Rebecca Fontane didn’t just become that way. I’m about to open her closet doors and sift through the debris, looking for anything I can use as leverage to put in Gianna’s hands to use as she sees fit.

Knowing her, she won’t use it, but there’s nothing stopping me from doing so. ‘Let your plans be dark and as impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt,’ is one of my favorite strategies from the art of war. That shit makes the blood sing in my veins, and yes, this is what the fuck I play for; vengeance is just my game.

My mind went to the next day, which is going to be a big day for her as I start stage two of my plan. I still had some preparation to do, so I shifted gears once again. “What the…” I’d forgotten about those two, still lingering in the dark.

“Everything good?”

“Yeah, everything’s cool, Pop. Lancelot, you’re still here?”

“Of course, I’m still here; you looked like you were going to throw hands. Somebody’s got to calm your demented ass down. Now I’m going home.”

“Go ahead on; I had the guys pack the stuff for you and your dad in the car already.”

“Thanks, unc; I had a wonderful time as usual.” They shared a hug before he walked over for our usual handshake. “Did you say bye to your aunt already?”

“Not yet unc, I was too busy trying to make sure you two didn’t end up in cuffs. I’ll go do that now. Come on, you, what did he say when you turned him away?” I gave them both the gist as we walked back inside, where the noise level was high because the girls were letting their mutts have the run of the house.

She looked happy, like genuinely happy, as she and the twins watched their overpriced rats jump and roll over everything in the room. Hers was almost identical except for the missing collar, which wouldn’t be ready for another day or so.

It would be nice if I didn’t need the specialty collar with the spying device any longer now that she was going to be staying here, but I wasn’t expecting her to be here forever. She’s bound to go back to hell house at some point, and for my own peace of mind, I’m going to need to know what the hell she’s facing over there when she’s out of my sight.

My hope is that Fontane comes to his senses, no rush, but sometime this century. Because for what I have planned for the two females left in his house, it definitely wouldn’t be safe for her to go back while they’re still there. Not unless I teach her how to defend herself against their brand of bullshit, and that’s going to take a while. The twins didn’t learn to be the devious little shits they are overnight. That shit takes practice and training.

Our eyes met, and she smiled, but when she started to come to me no doubt to thank me for the mutt, I shook my head and mouthed the word ‘later.’ Right now, I had a more pressing issue to take care of, namely getting her room ready.

Mine is a short-term option, but she’s going to be here longer than that, and she’d need her own space. I don’t want her rooming with the twins for the same reason. Part of the reason for bringing her here is to show her, at least for a little while, something better than she’s known. If I can get her to see that she deserves more, then maybe her natural instinct would kick in, and she’d fight for what she wants instead of letting others walk all over her.