Chapter Nineteen

As he grew older he took what he wanted when he wanted it, he hated that he enjoyed dominating the women and he even enjoyed the fear in their eyes. His Grandfather enjoyed watching him Romero had been given no choice until he grew into a man he had to obey and that meant raping the women for the old man’s pleasure. He was told what to do to ‘please’ his Grandfather and was repulsed by his perversions, his favourite was making Romero rape their ass it excited him to see them bleed. As he grew into manhood his hate for the perverted evil old man grew too, he filed away snippets of information that he could use when he needed to and he approached some of the other Dons. He was sounding them out wanting to see if they supported his Grandfather, to a man they made their dislike clear, the man had made many enemies but he knew that when he asked they would be his Allies against him.

So Romero had approached him on his twentieth birthday and told him to step down or he would kill him, the old man had laughed in his face,                                                                                                           ‘You? You think you can just walk in here and say you are going to kill me? Fucking insolent pup, I think you need a lesson in obedience to Grand Don, AKA ME!!’                                                                                He snarled standing up to facedown his Grandson but Romero had calmly lifted his gun and shot him dead. A couple of his old Guards had rushed forward to help him and Romero did not hesitate to shoot them too, then he called a meeting of the ‘Family’ and told them he was taking over as Don. He demanded their loyalty to him and asked if any objected, a couple of the older men had instantly drawn their guns but Romero was quicker. In the end, he killed nine of his grandfather's men but when his Uncles crossed to his side offering their backing the rest of the ‘Family’ quickly joined them. Rico and Miguel had hoped to run the ‘Family’ but they had not been brave enough to take on their Father. Romero had earned the right to be Don and they became his most trusted advisors in the year he had ruled over them. The ‘Family’ had been expanded, Romero did not rest on his laurels, he had taken over three other ‘Families’. Two of the Dons had willingly stepped down after he had put pressure on them, as they had no male heirs and decided it was better to retire and live quietly rather than take on this vibrant, violent young Don. The third had not been so willing and he and his family had been ruthlessly eliminated, Romero quickly established himself as being just as merciless as his Grandfather. He was not sick or perverted though and he soon put a stop to that side of the ‘Families’ business, he made it clear that he expected the women in his ‘Family’ to be treated with respect. They were allowed to take jobs outside the home and he even gave a couple of them jobs as secretaries and others became cleaners and took over the running of his offices. His men were not happy, some of the Guards did not like the fact they could no longer use women as they wanted to so he placated them by allowing them free access to his brothels. They were still a lucrative part of his businesses he was never going to get rid of a business that made him so much money and it was easy to dispose of the pretty younger women his men took from the other ‘Families’ or from businessmen who crossed him. They were considered to be his ‘property’ when he took over the three ‘families’ and he had no use for them and he definitely didn’t want them thinking about revenge so their fate was decided in that way.

That had been more than a year ago and as he stood surveying the packed ballroom his handsome face was closed and unreadable, the other Dons quickly moved out of his way as he strode towards the bar. He was not a Don to be messed with and they were waiting for him to challenge the Grand Don with many of them backing him to be successful.    Romero took the glass of scotch whisky the barman held out to him, he liked to drink wine, Italian wine of course, but his preferred drink was this expensive luxury whisky from a tiny brewery on a remote Scottish Island. He leaned against the bar glancing around the room, all the other Dons were there as everyone was fascinated by the idea that Santini had a daughter. He hoped the rumours he had heard were unfounded, if Santini thought for one minute the ‘Families’ would allow him to defile his own child he was very wrong. The men in the room knew the Grand Don liked his women young, all of them had enjoyed the delights of the younger women they captured like he had done but none of them gloated about it like he did. The fact he had kept the girl's Mother a secret as well had angered them, they knew Anna’s story, knew she had been raped repeatedly and then left for dead in the woods the fact that she had survived was amazing and the fact that her baby had survived was a miracle.

Juliette stood in her room looking in the full-length mirror, her ‘Father’ had given her the clothes she was wearing not that she had been given a choice all her other clothes had been removed. The clothes were exactly what she had expected from her disgusting sperm donor, a very short silver Chanel dress that clung to her young body like a second skin. It left very little to the imagination and with the impossibly high silver Jimmy Choo heels and subtle make-up the maid had done she looked older than her seventeen years. Her beautiful hair was piled up on her head in a sexy loose style with tendrils falling down her back, she looked incredibly beautiful.