Taking What He Wants(25)

"Boy you know me better than that, I could never do such a thing."

"I didn't think so, so I need you to think back eighteen nineteen years ago, if you had any strange encounters with a strange woman or girl?"

"Well......... back then I was a....ahem....a bit of a playboy if you will, so that would be hard to say, but I know for sure none of them were underage, I usually found my game around here in bars."





We went back and forth for what seemed like hours getting nowhere. One thing was for sure, if Delia bore such a striking resemblance to his sister then she was somehow related to him, could it be one of the brothers had used his name, that didn't make sense, why would they? They were each wealthy in their own right, all good looking men.





"And you say this.....is my daughter?"

"We think so."

"But how, why?"

Just then my phone went off.

"Jameson......come on up."

"I think we're about to get some answers, but keep in mind these people lie."

Jameson came into the room with a struggling Celine under his arm.

"Put me down, how dare you." She screeched before he set her on her feet.





"You, I should've known, why am I here?" She spat venom at me with her eyes after removing the blindfold she'd been wearing.

"You remember Vito don't you Celine?"

"Who?" She looked at him in confusion, there was also something a bit off about her, she looked....high.

"Did you drug her?" I turned to Jameson before he could leave.

"No sir, that's how I found her, lets just say she was in a uh.......compromising position trying to get a fix."

I dismissed him after that.

"You don't remember Vito, how about you Vito, does she look familiar?"

He squinted at her studying every angle in her face.

"There's something about the eyes, but no, I can't say I've ever met this young lady before."

"What's this about Chase, who's this man and why did you bring me here?"

"It's about your daughter........"

"My what? What daughter?"

"Delia......"

She howled with laughter, bent over, belly aching laughter.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your mother said......"

"Oh so Joann's still spinning that tale is she? It's been years since I heard that one."

"What do you mean? I held my breath as I waited for her to speak. Please, please, please.

"She's not mine, she's Joann's."

"That's it Joann Fielding, that's who I met..." Vito had finally figured it out.





Chapter 13





This shit was getting confusing, I looked over to Delia and she was looking just as bewildered as I was, I didn't appreciate the fact that Celine was laughing either, roomful of people or not, I would slap that bitch into next fucking month if I didn't get some answers in the next five minutes.

"What do you mean she's Joann's, why would she lie?"

"Why should I tell you anything, what's in it for me?"

"Your life, if you tell me what I want to know without anymore bullshit lies and theatrics I won't break your fucking neck and bury you out back."

She looked around the room as if seeking a defender but no one was buying.

"You wouldn't dare, Delia are you going to let him treat me like that?"

"I...."

"Not another word Delia." I kept my eyes on my prey because sure as shit I would break her neck no problem, I'd had enough of the bullshit between her and lying ass apparently slut of a mother.

"You don't talk to her, you talk to me, she doesn't exist for you anymore, your days of using her and your family fucking with her are long gone, now start talking my patience is wearing thin."

She huffed and tried to play it off, but either the high was wearing off and she needed another fix, or she realized that I wouldn't think twice about ending her pathetic life, or at the very least maiming her ass.

"Whatever, it's like he said." She flung her hand in Vito's direction. "We never met."

"Why would your father go along with such a lie if it weren't true?"

"Because he doesn't know." She smirked again and came to within an inch of getting gut punched.

"Come again, how's that possible?"

"Because he wasn't here, he was away in the army, desert something." She scrunched up her face as if giving it some thought.

"And........"

"And Joann went bar hopping and ended up with some guy that knocked her up. When she realized that there was no way to pass the thing off as my dad's she concocted this scheme to pass it off as mine." She shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing.

"You call her a thing one more time, or say anything derogatory about her and I'll get the information another way, how far do you want to try and push me to see if I would really break your fucking pathetic neck?"