I buckled her into my car and drove away. She was curled into a ball, how many times had I seen her like this after they'd fucked with her, this wasn't supposed to be happening, her marriage to me was supposed to put an end to their tyranny. They wanted to play hardball, okay, it's on.
I took her home, gave her a bath and made her some tea before asking her any questions.
"Okay, from the beginning."
" I went to lunch with some of the other girls, when I got back she was just there on campus, I didn't even know she knew what classes I had and where to find me."
She was starting to hyperventilate.
"Deep breaths baby, come on."
She calmed down enough to tell me that after she had dismissed the other girls telling them that it was her mother, Joann had ripped into her, accusing her of having them thrown out of the country club and trying to run them out of town.
"Why does she think I did those thongs Chase, how could she?"
I had to tell her the truth.
"Because I did it."
Her mouth fell open.
"I told you what I was going to do."
"I know but......"
"There's no but, it's done and now after this little stunt things are just gonna get worse for her, them, don't even think about pleading their case with me, you'll never win."
Then I dropped the hammer on her and watched the life almost die out of her eyes.
"My sister........."
I nodded my head and barely made it out of the way as she ran for the bathroom where she was violently ill.
I followed behind her and helped her up when she was done, then back to bed. I held her as she cried her heart out asking over and over again why they hated her so much, that was something I needed to know myself. Time to get some answers.
I waited until I was sure see was asleep before slipping out the house. I drove straight to the Fielding residence with murder on my mind.
As soon as they opened the door I barged in and went for her, woman or not, she'd crossed the fucking line.
"You crazy bitch, didn't you hear me the first time?"
I'm not ashamed to say I had her by her fucking neck as she scratched and pulled calling to her husband for help.
He came over to us but I was too fucking pissed to give a shit.
"Wait your turn asshole, you're next, what the fuck were you doing going after my wife?"
"What?"
"I said stay the fuck out of it Carl, I'll deal with you later."
"Joann what did you do."
Fuck these people never listened, oh well.
"I went to tell her the truth about her precious husband."
She spat out the words like venom.
"You thought I was pretty fucking precious when I was about to marry your slut of a daughter."
"Celine deserved something good in her life, after all your wife destroyed it."
Her words were slightly garbled but I heard her loud and clear.
"How the fuck did Delia do that, she didn't birth herself you sick fucks, you were her parents, you're her mother......"
"No I'm not, I didn't spawn that, that, thing." I dropped my hand like I'd touched hot coals.
"What did you just say?" I took a step back, what game was she playing now?"
She smirked at me, evil bitch.
"Your wife is the product of a dirty old man's lust, an old man who took advantage of an impressionable young girl, my daughter."
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?