Chapter 87 Carina

• Fucking Giovanni is my... Sperm donor. How did I not see it? If I try hard enough, I can remember instances when he helped me. Like when he killed this asshole who had wandering hands at one of the parties held at the house. I was fifteen and Padre had said it was time I started earning my keep. That was before Paulo started working for me and I remember feeling so grateful to him but in the back of my mind, I always thought it was because Padre had sent him.
• Now I know it's probably because... Fuck him. Where was he when Padre was beating the shit out of us? That monster didn't care if it was me or Marianna. He took his anger out of whoever he got his hands on first. Why did Giovanni do anything? I think about anyone hurting my unborn child and I see red. There's no way a parent could stand by and watch his daughters get used and abused for so many years. So fuck Giovanni whatever his last name. A crazy laugh escapes me because it's ridiculous that I don't know his- my last name. For that reason alone, I will be Lombardi forever.
• I refuse to acknowledge that man as my father or anything else other than just my employee. He works for me, period! When I woke up, I thought I'd dreamt about their conversation. Now I wish I had. How could he do that to me? Both of them? How could they abandon me with Padre? Fuck, why do I still feel the need to call him Padre? He's dead now. I can refer to him in whatever way I want. And Cris? He knew but didn't tell me. Whatever happened to full disclosure in a relationship?