62- Don’t You Daddy Me, Sweetheart! - Part 2

Lucus

After spending what felt like hours, literal hours, the guys and I have been sitting within my mothers office as we were then forced to listen as she spoke, only ever pausing long enough for us to explain everything in our own words from start to finish. Having been taught to leave nothing to chance, we move to obey knowing that if we didn’t we would be in even bigger hot water.

Watching as my mother got comfortable next to father while Isabella’s parents all but stood against the walls of the office before taking a sip of her drink, a drink Tony had offered to make her before making one for our father as well as Isabella’s parents in the process.

For you see, while I may not always have the best relationship with that of my parents, my parents on the other hand did have a hand in raising not only me but Grant, Alex and Tony as well, Grant having been only six when he all but started living with me and Alex and Tony were all but ten when my parents found them, recruiting them for the life they have now.

Listening patiently, each of the adults within the room refrain from speaking, only speaking when they needed clarification on a question, a question we would eventually answer before everyone returned to a calmness. A calm that when provoked would bring a storm, a storm I had learned to control at such a young age that when people saw my calmness they learnt to become scared, a power I had slowly developed over time from my mother as she was the one who raised us so when she was eerily calm during the whole conversation I knew I was in trouble, gulping down an invisible knot that was being to form within my throat, Grant, Tony and Alex each doing the same, as shit was about to hit the fan.

Bracing myself for impact, I’m all but prepared for the next set of words that move to leave my mothers mouth, my father having taken a step back from everything as he moved to let my mother handle the current situation that was bestowed upon us. Her words were like a slap to the face as spoke.

“You FUCKING idiot! How could you! How could YOU, of all people sit there and treat Isabella like a fucking possession, an object that you can easily throw around a room only to piece it back together once it becomes broken. Isabella isn’t some wild and feral creature that needs to be caged. Nor is she some toy that you can easily discard after each of you had your fill, to let it collect dust over time until you decide you no longer want or need it before throwing it away.”

Feeling a twinge of pain now rising in my chest I knew my mother was right, she was always right in matters like this but before I could get the chance to defend myself, the words she spoke next all but pierced my heart in pain.

“Isabella IS a fucking human being with natural needs and wants. A soul whose beauty knows no limits, a beauty that goes beyond beautiful and not just in looks alone as it is clear her parents have raised her to be smart and resourceful as well as humble, and from the brief interaction I just had with her along with everything that you’ve manage to tell us just proves to me she has a natural way of being bratty while holding the potential of becoming your submissive. For she compliments you, each of you, but you're so far up each other's asses you don’t realize she’s the best damn thing you have and all she wants from you is for you to love and cherish her, to guide her as well as your undivided attention.”

Knowing my mother was right we all move to hang our heads low, not realizing we were being total douchebags until suddenly we feel it, the harsh reality of something hard as it lands directly on our heads, my eyes now moving to see that my mother had grabbed a small wooden paddle as she then proceeds to smack us all along our heads and arms and anywhere else she could find before saying the next set of words that all but nailed the last nail within each of our coffins.

“But you shit tards fucked up, and in a big way too.” SMACK comes the paddle followed but a few more smacks as she continues with her ranting, “What. The. FUCK. Were. EACH. Of. You. THINKING!”

Attempting to shield our faces from the paddle, we each let mother finish with our mini beating, learning to accept any and all kinds of punishments before finally she moved to take her seat back next to father, her face full of rage as she continued to stare at us. “Now’s the time to own up. This is NOT how your father and I raised you. We raised you to be better than this, to be better than your Grandfather, and yet here you are, doing the exact same shit he did back in his day, for not only are you hurting her, you're hurting her soul. You hurt her for pain not pleasure. And while she may have born into our world, into our ways as a Mafia family, your leaving her without a choice, her choices being limited to either staying or taking a fucking bullet for you. And for that, I will NOT let you tarnish our good name, we are not the Salvatore’s nor are we the Monocchino Family, NO we are the D’Amico family and we do not treat our lovers like slaves. She is not your prisoner of war, nor are we cavemen. So STOP treating her like she fucking is and get your acts together! Decide, is she the one you want to love and cherish for all eternity or is she someone you just want to use and abuse and then throw away once it’s broken and no longer of any use to you?”

Finishing her speech, Mother all but moves to stand before finally storming from the room, Father moving to stand but not before glaring at each of us before moving to follow his wife, Isabella’s family giving us a final look of hurt and disgust before they too moved to follow after them, leaving us to our own thoughts. The door all but closing with a loud bang as it did.

Letting out soft sighs of defeat, the guys and I decide to hang back for a little while longer, each of us now nursing our bruised egos for mother was right, we were being way too mean to our wife and while mother always had a wicked swing to her, mother knew giving us a good ass whooping was enough to put us in our place, a place we had long since forgotten over time and apparently needed a reminder of where we came from.

Downing the last of our drinks, do Tony and I move to head for Isabella’s room, wishing Alex and Grant a goodnight before leaving the room, making our way steadily towards our wife’s room where once there do we move to enter, Marco currently sitting on the couch with popcorn all while watching some random cooking show on TV before moving to address us once he heard the door.

Shifting his gaze does he move to give each of us a nod, only to stand up once we move to enter the room, wishing each of us goodnight before moving to retire to his own room, Tony and I then moving to that of Isabella, her small body now asleep as we carefully move to tuck her in for the night, each of us kissing her softly before moving to strip off our clothes, our boxers being the only thing left on before moving to climb in next to her, Isabella moving to snuggle comfortably in the middle as I go about caressing her head, my fingers playing with her hair gently as I move to let my mind wonder.

Ugh.. FUCK! Come my thoughts, mother’s words still ringing loud and clear within my mind, sleep all but trying to consume me as I attempt to push everything away, for while I loved my mother dearly I always loved yet hated when she would come and visit me for when she got like this it all but made you feel like shit, knowing I had some serious groveling to do as did the guys if we ever wanted Isabella’s forgiveness.