Chapter 7

• Chapter 7
• Jose’s POV
• My dad and I were having a meeting with my soon to be father-in-law discussing what my family will gain by my marriage to his daughter. The Don is offering us new trade routes, connections at the shipping port, his hook-up’s overseas in Italy, Greece, Rome, and other countries. I can see the greed in both of the men’s eyes as we hatch out the terms in this alliance. I can’t believe that six months ago Joseph Moretti was considered an enemy to my family. Originally the union that took place a couple of weeks ago made the Don become an ally. The only guidelines were a cease fire. Both our families agreed that we would no longer go against each other. Meaning that we wouldn’t stand in his way and vice versa. That was enough until my father was introduced to Abby. The moment his eyes landed on her I knew by his facial expression that he was making a plan that would involve her somehow. I never expected that I would also be included into his big scheme.
• When he suggested that I should be wed to Abby, I wanted nothing more than to rip out his tongue. To yell out at him that there was no way I would marry anyone, but I learnt at a very small age to never go against my father. He doesn’t tolerate the word “no” from anyone. All I have done since the day I went from a bachelor to being someone’s fiancé is thought of the bigger picture. If I am being honest our marriage is actually a very smart move. Both families will expand their businesses. Also, the Don include a clause in the agreement that states. “Upon the death or retirement of Joseph Moretti ownership of all property owned by said person (Joseph Moretti) will be transferred over to Jose Cruz. From the moment that Jose Cruz and Abby Moretti say “I do” Jose Cruz will formally become the heir to the Moretti family empire.”
• When Joseph Moretti suggested this as part of his offer, I couldn’t help the gasp that I let slip. I would be in control of not only my Cartel but also the Moretti mafia. This was a huge deal. The type of person that lives his life by the code of organized crime want one thing the most, and that is power. After my marriage with Abby, I will be one of the most powerful men in not only the U.S, but the whole world. The sound of a phone ringing interrupts our meeting. As soon as the Don answers the call, my cell does the same exact thing as Joseph’s. Expect by the time I swipe the green phone button on my screen to say “hello” my father’s phone also begins to light up and shake. Indicating that someone is calling him also. I immediately jump up because I realize that this has to have something to do with Abby. I am short and rude to the person on the end of the line. “What?” A man’s voice squeals out. “I’m sorry to bother you but we have an issue. We escorted the women to the dress shop a little bit over an hour ago. We had men guarding outside and inside. Abby asked the clerk where the restroom was, and made her way back to where the manager had pointed. Somehow Abby knew there was an exit door in the office beside the bathroom. After about twenty minutes your mother went to check on her but couldn’t find her. Your mom informed us that she was missing. After watching the feed from the camera, we learned that she has ran off. I wanted to touch base with you before I sent out the men to find her.” I’m shocked that Abby had the nerve to try and escape me. Who does she think she is to leave me. My body starts shaking on its own, and the itch to end somebody, hell really anybody is making my anger seethe even more. I glance up at the other two men in the same room as me, and I don’t even have to ask if they have heard what has happened, because they both have murder swimming in their globes. I spit out “find her,” before disconnecting the call.
• The Don is pacing back and forth cussing in both his mother tongue and English. My father is quiet, but I would bet that he doesn’t stay that way for very long. I’m dazed that Abby actually had the balls to run-a-way. ‘She better be glad that she is still under her dad’s roof, because if she was my wife I would bend her over my knee and spank that tight little but perfect ass of hers.’ My father’s raised voice brings me out of my own head. “Is this what my son has to look forward to. A disobedient wife who runs every chance that she gets?” My father stands while buttoning his suit jacket. The calm vibe that took up the space in here has changed to madness. “Maybe it would be best if we just stick to the original alliance. If you are able to ever get your daughter under control then we can finish this meeting then.”
• My father walks past the Don and me heading straight to the door. I can’t help the relief that I feel. Right before we exit the very irate Joseph Moretti yells out. “What if I task Jose with finding and punishing Abby. I give my full permission that whatever discipline that Jose uses will be fine with me. After all it is his rules that she will need to follow. Hell, he can keep her until the wedding which we will move up to this weekend.” This makes my father pause and mole over his offer. ‘Shit I know I need to speak up now about how much I don’t want to marry this woman, but I just can’t.’ Even though I am a man whore, there is still one lady whom I have always said that if I had to settle down it would be with her, and that’s Amanda. The two of us have been screwing since we first found out what sex was. I lost my virginity to her as she did to me.
• Words find their way to the space where my mind has vacated, and when I comprehend their meaning that 100-pound weight that was lifted off of me is instantly back. “As long as you do not interfere with the justice that my son deems fit then you have a deal again.” The Don doesn’t miss a beat when he stares directly at me while telling me. “You have my word.” My chance to somehow get out of this marriage just passed me by, and now I am pissed. With a cold expression on my face, I stand in front of the Don, and my father and speak. “Well, I guess I have a wife to find and a punishment to administer. I’ll update my progress to the two of you.” I don’t wait around for either of them to respond before spinning on my heel and stomping out of the room. I have one thing and one thing only on my agenda. To get rid of all my aggression about this arrangement, and I know exactly who will be on the receiving end of my anger. Abby will be wearing my belt marks on that ass of hers before nightfall.