Forbidden Temptations (Tempted Series Book 2) (36 page)

I kept my eyes on Adrianna as my mother cried beside me. I expected her to look at me with the same look of disappointment my mother’s eyes held but when she finally glanced at me, they were hopeful.

“You should’ve taken that bankbook and run the hell away from New York,” my mother continued, pointing at Adrianna. “And you should’ve forced him to. The three of you could’ve been on your way to a nice, safe, happy life. But no … you needed to stick it to Vic because he forced you into that sentence, and what’s this biker gang that your friends with? One group of criminals wasn’t enough for you, you had to go pick up another?” She threw her hands in the air. “What’s wrong with cops? Firemen? You could hang out at New Utrecht High School, all the garbage men in the neighborhood play basketball on Sundays over there. You should go make some new friends.”

I think it was safe to say all the woman in my life were crying out, in one way or another, begging for me to see the light and change my life. I looked from my mother to Adrianna, debating on whether I should tell them that the decision had already been made. Riggs walked into the living room interrupting my thoughts.

“Hey Cugine, you expecting anyone in a black Escalade?” He asked over his shoulder as he walked straight to the front door, pulling his knife from the utility belt he was wearing.

“Does everyone you know carry a weapon?” My mother asked.

He pulled open the door with one hand, holding the knife with the other and greeted our guest.

“Shit,” he said, putting down his knife as Jimmy stepped inside, aiming a gun at Riggs head. “This gig just keeps getting worse and worse.”

Victor stepped around Jimmy and Riggs and walked into the house, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Adrianna. He closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God, you’re okay,” he whispered, his haggard body crossed the room and pulled her into his arms.

Adrianna remained quiet, allowing her father to hug her but didn’t return the gesture, just remaining still in his arms. After a few more moments, he pulled back but held onto her hand as he turned and faced me. “Thank you for getting her out of there,” he glanced at my mother and smiled at her. “Maria, always nice to see you.”

“Fuck you Victor.”

“I wouldn’t mess with her Mr. Soprano,” Riggs offered. “She’s not as nice as she looks.” Jimmy hovered over him, pressing the gun to his temple.

“Did I say you could speak?”

“I see you still harbor some hate for me,” Victor said, sighing.

“Hate you? You think I hate you?” My mother asked as she stood up and closed the distance between her and Victor. “I despise you for what you’ve done to our children,” she nodded towards Adrianna. “You didn’t only ruin my sons life, but you ruined own daughter’s life too. How do you live with yourself?”

“Ma, enough!” I shouted. There was no need for this right now, she had years to speak her mind. I diverted my eyes towards Victor. “You going to tell us what the fuck happened last night or what?” I asked impatiently.

“Right now I’m going to ask you all to clear the room so I can have a word with my daughter. You and I will talk but right now the one I’m interested in is Adrianna.”

“You heard the man, everyone clear out,” Jimmy instructed.

I stared at Victor for a moment, it was on the tip of my tongue to tell him he was a little late on playing the role of the doting dad but I kept my mouth shut for the sake of Adrianna.

I walked over to Adrianna, brushed her hair away from her face, and peered down into her eyes. “I’ll be right in the next room,” she nodded, reaching up and pressing her lips to mine.

“I’ll be fine,” she whispered.

I wasn’t so sure of that.

I sat on the couch silently, twisting the belt of my robe around my fingers as my father stared at me. He sighed, reaching for my hand, causing me to glance down in wonder at our fingers as they laced together. I didn’t remember the last time I held his hand or even what it was like to be comforted by my father. I lifted my head and met his worried gaze.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely.

They were two words, two simple words, but they were the two words that held so much history for a father and a daughter. At least, this father and this daughter. I had spent a good part of my life wishing for my father to apologize to me, to own the horrible truth of what his actions have done. I gave up a long time ago, coming to peace with the fact I’d probably never hear an apology come from his lips. My father was a harsh man, it was a hard pill to swallow because for the first decade of my life my dad was my hero. He had been my best friend. When our relationship became strained, I started to doubt the love my father had for me, thinking every tender moment we shared was a farce. I even started to believe that the bond we had was something I had dreamt in my head.

His words both shocked and confused me equally, being as I wasn’t sure what he was sorry for. I chose to ignore his apology because Victor Pastore was never truly sorry for anything, another realization that came, as I grew older. Maybe that’s what helped me get over the lack of apologies and realize I didn’t even want one anymore.

“Do you remember our summers here in this house?” I asked, looking over at the flames crawling up the walls of the fireplace.

“Vaguely,” he admitted.

“I do. I remember every single one.” It was sad that he didn’t remember the good times we shared as family, or maybe it was sad that that’s all I held on to.

“It was a long time ago,” he said softly as he peeled his eyes away from me and looked down.

“Yes.” I agreed, “Mom used to bring us up during the week with Aunt Gina and Nana and you would meet us on the weekends.” I looked over at my dad and studied his profile. When had he gotten so old? It shamed me to think I hadn’t been paying attention to him. Some people get lines on their face from laughing and living but the lines on my dad’s face weren’t caused by any of that. I held my memories of this house so close because those were the times I remembered my dad happy, laughing and being carefree.

“You used to let me bury you in the sand,” I whispered, “You taught me how to swim and not to be afraid of the ocean. We would sit in the sand and build the biggest sand castles. You used to lift me in the air and spin me around until my belly hurt from laughing so hard.”

“Adrianna…” he started.

“When did you stop loving me, dad?” I asked. His head snapped up, turned, and set his eyes on mine.

“What? How could you even ask me that question?” He questioned, swallowing hard and squeezing my hand as his eyes stared into mine. “I love you more than anything in this world.”

I wish I believed you.

“Adrianna, look at me, listen to what I’m saying to you. I have always loved you. You and your sister are my whole heart.” His words sounded desperate as he pleaded for me to trust him, seeing the doubt reflected in my eyes.

“I know when it changed for me,” I started. “I know when you became my enemy and not my hero.”
If he cared then my words would hurt him. They
’d gut him the way every single one of his actions have affected me. “It was the moment I realized how feared you were and how people treated me differently because I was your daughter. It didn’t matter much when I was younger because you were always there to soften the blow. I didn’t care how people treated me or what their thoughts were about me because you were my dad and you loved me. You loved me so much. You were the most important person in my life and as long as I had you, I didn’t care about having anyone else.”

“Until someone else loved you and you loved him more than you loved me,” he whispered.

“You didn’t have to change. It was never a competition, dad. You didn’t give me a chance to love you both. You made me choose, and you made the choice easy for me because of all the things you did to keep me away from him.”

“You want the truth?” He asked.

Of course, I wanted the truth, but I wasn’t certain that his version of the truth was something I could even trust. He was a master manipulator. I nodded my head and gave him a chance.

“Not much scares a man like me but losing you…” he paused, taking a deep breath, his eyes filling with tears. “It scared the hell out of me,” he whispered as he shrugged his shoulders. “I wasn’t ready to let my little girl go. I never knew watching you fall in love with someone would hurt my heart as much as it did and you fell in love with someone I couldn’t scare away. I thought it was just a crush at first but you fell hard for him and Christ, that boy fell even harder for you. It terrified me that at such a young age you found the one you were meant to be with,”
He released my hand and took my chin in his hands and gently forced my eyes to meet his.
“I see the doubt in your eyes Adrianna, but ask your mother if you don’t believe me.”

He dropped his hand but held my gaze. “Why do you think I pushed you towards Michael? I knew Val wouldn’t allow his son to be the man he or I were. Hell, he gave me grief about recruiting Anthony to be one of us. But I saw a passion in Anthony’s eyes and that’s why I gave him a job. The only thing was; I had misread what that passion was for. You see it came from a good place, a good spot inside of him, one I didn’t have so I couldn’t recognize in someone else. He wanted to be someone, to be a man, but he didn’t have anyone to teach him how to do that. The men he was surrounded by were no good. We were street guys that once wanted to be men too but instead of being honorable men who made their families proud we were men who stole, cheated, and killed. Nothing honorable about that.”

I didn’t know when I had started to cry but the tears slid down my cheeks. I brought the backs of my hands up to my face to wipe them away.

“I took advantage of Anthony and when I realized that you didn’t have some silly little school girl crush on him it was too late. I had already gotten my hooks in him and that’s when I changed. I didn’t stop loving you Adrianna I started hating myself. I hated myself because I couldn’t fix what I had so badly broken.”

“Why couldn’t you let him go?” I asked through my sobs. “Why did you send him away? We were going to have a baby! You told me to have an abortion. I was carrying your grandchild! What kind of monster says that to his daughter?”

“The kind that had lost all control,” he replied quietly, repositioning himself on the sofa, turning his body around to mine. “I couldn’t just let him go because I knew he would be the winner. You don’t understand how my world works Adrianna and I don’t want you to. But I created Anthony, not the man you love but the man he is on the streets. He became an asset to my organization and if I had cut him loose, I would’ve looked weak in the eyes of my enemies, something a man in my position can’t afford. I’m the one who lives each day knowing I can never change what I’ve done.”

“Your life might be a game but mine isn’t, and neither is Anthony’s! We lost a child, he went to jail for three years, do you know how much pain and suffering we have endured because of you?” I paused. “I killed a man last night and not any man but Nikki’s boyfriend. When does it end? When do we get to break free from you?”

I covered my mouth, shocked that I found the courage to say the words that lived in my heart for so many years. I stood from the couch and looked away from my father because as much as I hated him I didn’t want to see the pain in his eyes. He deserved to hurt, to feel half the pain he caused me, but still I hated that I was the reason behind his pained expression. It was that moment I learned I could hate someone but still love them so very much.

“I don’t want you going home. I’m not sure when I’ll be able to get back to Brooklyn and I don’t want you hanging around the neighborhood if I’m not there.”

“This is ridiculous Anthony, I’m going home,” My mother said.

“Please can you humor me? I’ll have Riggs take you to Lauren’s. Come on, the two of you can spend a few days together and then you come back home. Don’t make it like it’s such a hardship, you’re moving up there anyway, so why not go for a visit now?”

“That’s exactly the point. I’m moving in two weeks, I have things to take care of, stuff to pack. I know you people drop everything when Victor says so but I don’t.”