Taking What He Wants

What the fuck?

“What are you saying?”

“Delia is Celine’s daughter.”

“That can’t be, she would’ve had to be…..”

“Thirteen that’s right, your precious Delia is the product of statutory rape.”

There was a gasp from over my shoulder and I knew who would be there before I turned around.

I caught my wife before she hit the floor.

“Who?” I turned back to them as I clutched her to my chest.

Joann folded her arms and her lips but for once Carl Fielding had a pair, he spoke up before she could stop him.

“Vito Escalante.”

“Carl…”

“Enough Joann it’s out now no use hiding it from him.” She didn’t look too pleased by his little revelation but that was the least of my worries.

Chapter 12

I took her straight to my parents’ mansion after calling dad and begging him to come home as soon as possible.

There was no way they were going to convince me that Vito Escalante was a monster, I knew the Escalantes they were nice people, and more than that he was my fucking godfather, the only reason he hadn’t been at my wedding was because he had to be out of town, a business deal that they’d had in the works before we’d set the date. His wedding gift had been a cool two million dollars; I’ve known this man my whole fucking life. No…fucking…way.

I had bigger problems on my hands though, how the fuck was she going to take the fact that I slept with her fucking mother? What a fucking mess. I wanted to be sick but I couldn’t think about me right now, I had a pregnant wife who had lost consciousness twice in as many weeks, the stress from this shit wasn’t going to be easy, and now this. I wanted to rail at something, to slam my fist into something, how many more knocks was she expected to take?

Mom was there when I got to their place, Delia had barely come around, and was groaning like she was fucking dying.I’d yell at her later for sneaking out and following me, she could’ve put herself in danger, as it stood she’d taken a hard shock to her system and before the day was out she would face more.

How did I feel about the fact that I’d slept with one woman and married her daughter? Not good, but fuck it, it’s not like I’d set out to do it, I refuse to be held accountable for something I had no control over, Delia’s the one that worried me, she was already so wounded what was this going to do to her? How was I gonna fix this cluster fuck? I had to tell my family, I didn’t expect them to feel any differently about it than I did, but it had to be put out there. This was my doing not theirs, there was no shame, not for me anyway, but Delia I know would be a different story.

“Bring her inside Chase I’ve got your old room all set up.”

I carried her up the stairs and asked mom to leave us. Before I talked to anyone, I had to settle this with her, I didn’t want her dwelling on this shit and hurting herself, fuck that, they’d taken enough from her already, I’d bear the brunt of whatever came from this, but not her, she was the only innocent in this whole fucked up fiasco.

Laying her on the bed. I pulled the covers up over her, it seems like I’ve been doing this a lot lately.

“Talk to me baby.” She was barely aware that I was there it seems, having shut herself down, that couldn’t be allowed, it wasn’t good for her, and it wasn’t good for the baby.

“Delia, I said talk.” I used my forceful tone, the one I used while dominating her, or when I wanted her to know I meant business.

“I don’t understand, help me understand please……”

I took a deep breath before I began, had to tread carefully here this shit was a minefield and though I didn’t believe that Vito had raped anyone something had obviously happened, why else would they use his name?

“Okay, from what your…..Joann said, it seems that Celine had you when she was very young……I’m not sure about all the details as yet but I promise you that I’ll find out…..”

“If she is my mom, then I…..” She covered her mouth with her hands and fled the bed.

Fuck…..shit…..I followed her and brought her back when she was done. She held her body stiff and I knew this was it, this was the moment that will either make us or break us.

“I slept with you and you were going to marry my mother, what does that make me?”

“You, didn’t do anything, I did……we didn’t know, how can we be held responsible for what we didn’t know?”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t……”