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Zorah kept her chin lifted as Dagoberto came into view behind Chester.
“Zorah, why are you still down here child? We are bringing him upstairs and we’ll allow you to say your piece to him upstairs.” He looked to Chester, “when you said she was redecorating you weren’t kidding.”
Zorah was about to speak when Chester stopped her.
“Zorah has a change of plans. I’ve messaged Orlando. He’s with Icaro.”
“Vodingo is with them as is Dane and eight of our other men. Orlando also has two men with him. Funnily enough the guy from MI6 is someone you’ve all worked with before.”
“Good.”
“What is this change of plan?”
“Zorah wants to confront Ippocrate here,” he pointed to the bed. “She wants him to feel vulnerable like she would have been if she’d been forced to birth a child in this suite. She wants him,” Chester was fighting his laughter as the guard was still sniggering behind them, “to be splayed out with his legs open and tied down to this equipment. She also mentioned removing his penis, but I believe if we go so far, we’ll have Zorah out of the house by then.”
“You want to put his giant body on that bed?” Dagoberto moved to rest his hands upon her shoulders worriedly.
“He’s not so big. The Walrus is way bigger and I’m sure you’ve moved him easily. I know you all thought he kidnapped me.”
Dagoberto pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, “I missed you, daughter. I wanted you to have the chance to tell this prick off, but this might be too much. I wanted you to get things off your chest, not partake in his torture.”
“I want to cut his dick off.” Her eyes were fixed on the chair.
“You did this, Dagoberto,” Chester grunted angrily. “My sweet innocent daughter is turning into a violent creature. If we’d simply kept her out of it, she would be home oblivious to this crap and not tainted by this darkness.”
“Zorah is not tainted by any darkness,” Dagoberto argued. “She is bringing the light back in. She is punching the starlight into the canopy of blackness which could overtake her soul. She needs to get this out of her system so she can let it go. There is too much anger and pain caused by this man and she deserves the opportunity to cathartically expunge it from her system.”
“And tomorrow when she cries because she’s feeling guilty for causing a man bodily harm?”
“We hold her and reassure her how one event in her entire life does not define the woman she was or will be. Being part of the retribution owed to the man who touched her while she slept,” Dagoberto gave a toss of his head as if the thought repulsed him, “is her right. While I thought she might like to tell him off and get things off her chest, I am not opposed to her wanting to take it a step further.”
Zorah stepped into Dagoberto’s hug and rested her head against his chest, hearing the steady thrum of his heartbeat. “I’m pretty lucky,” she whispered suddenly.
“Are you?” he kissed the top of her head in a fatherly manner. “How so?”
“To have two really great dads who care so much for me they would debate how best to support me through what could be the most difficult ordeal of my life. I am so grateful for you both.” She smiled at Chester, and he winked at her.
The sound of feet on the stairs made her look up and her body tense and Dagoberto hugged her tight to his chest and pushed her to stand back from the door.
Icaro came into the room with Vodingo hot on his heels. “Are we really lugging his fat arse down here?” He frowned at the sight of Zorah in his father’s arms, “are you okay?”
“She’s great,” Dagoberto chided, “she’s getting hugs from her other father. This is her idea. She wants Ippocrate vulnerable in the chair with his legs spread while she tells him off.”
“I want you to chop his dick off.” She blurted out and then cupped her hand over her mouth at Icaro’s raised eyebrow and Vodingo’s snort. “He was going to hurt me with it. It needs to go.”
“Zorah, I’m glad to see you were unharmed in your adventure,” Vodingo reached for her and tugged her from Dagoberto. “I am here to personally offer my apology for messing up. Whatever you wish is my command.”
She hugged Vodingo. “I only have one request from you specifically, Vodingo.”
“What is it?”
“Listen to her.” She stared into his eyes. “When you go home to Sidonia, stop trying to force your ideas of what a good marriage should be onto her and listen to her. Your marriage can’t be a copycat of your parents’ because you are not them. Sidonia is her own person with her own feelings and emotions, and you need to stop forcing yours onto her. The way you deal with your feelings is not the way she does. Please, stop forcing things and listen to her. All I want is for my best friend to be happy. Make her happy, please.”
Vodingo shook his head and then hugged her back, “I will do better. Once this situation is resolved, Sidonia and I will be resuming our honeymoon but I’m taking time off work, and I’ll be focused solely on her and learning what best works for her in terms of communication.”
“Good. Then let’s get this show on the road so we can all move forward with our lives,” she looked at Icaro and smiled, “my husband and I have a life of our own to begin and all of this silliness is taking away from it.”
Orlando came into the room, “this looks like a prayer group with all the hugging. Should I bring the priest in to supervise?”
Seconds later a group of five men were carrying Ippocrate’s heavy body came in huffing and puffing. As they were trying to get him onto the bed, his eyes opened, and they immediately focused on Zorah across the room.
Ippocrate Giannone was immediately fixed on her and as a rush of adrenaline coursed through his body, he bellowed her name and lunged off the bed, throwing men out of his way and before anyone could stop him, pinned Zorah against the wall by her throat.
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