“Well fuck,” I say.
“Mario asked to be blunt with me, then explained that basically, I was a dumbass for blindly going after you. I shot him down when he suggested to offer you relocation. He tried to get me to change my mind, but I was focused on not pissing off Antonio.”
“So... you saved me knowing it would mean you could never go home again?” I ask.
“When you mentioned my father, I wanted out. Over the last week, I decided that I truly don’t want to go back. I just want to live my life in peace and help the people here in Brazil.”
“So, I should probably tell you guys something,” I say cautiously.
“What?”Angelo asks.
“I... am the one who killed your father,” I say. They are both silent and have a blank expression, so I continue. “I was eighteen and inserted myself in his pathway. He was looking for someone to give him a grandchild and I basically went undercover to meet him. He said some bullshit about paying me millions, I just had to walk away from the child after. I agreed and he said he wanted to have a sample before he handed me off to his son. I agreed and acted eagerly. I distracted him before pulling a gun on him. He was naked and nowhere near his weapon, so he had no choice but to listen... I told him who I was and what I was going to do. He offered me everything from money to fame to houses and cars. There came a point where it finally hit him how real it was, and he cried and begged me. He said his son needed him. When I put my finger on the trigger, he pissed himself... then I shot him. I shot him in the face over and over until I ran out. I made sure there was no trace of me, erased the security footage, and went back to my dorm. I took a nearly two-hour shower to make sure that I didn’t have any gunpowder residue on me... then I laid down and watched a movie in bed.”
“When I found him, I knew it was someone he pissed off. Everyone knew that whoever did it was angry. He had pissed off so many people that we had nowhere to start,” Angelo says.
“I’m not apologizing for it,” I say.
“I don’t want you to,” he says with a smirk. “Can I ask you something?”
“Why not,” I say.
“What happened? Why are we in a closet right now?” he asks.
“Uh... well... my last foster placement... he and his sons would brutally rape me multiple times a week. He was an angry drunk and his sons were just insane. I was fifteen and I had already been through so much with the other kids in different placements. This was the first time I was physically hurt by an adult, so it has more of a lasting effect. I would hide from basically everyone either in a closet or under a bed. I was so small and I’m still short as fuck. I just... when you got mad it reminded me of Ron, and I spiraled fast and hard. Normally I can talk myself down, but it got bad fast. I didn’t know what to do, so I ran and went where I would feel safe.”
“Can you go get her plate?” Angelo asks Mario. Mario leaves the walk-in closet and Angelo pulls me to lie my head on his chest.
“Where do we go from here?” I ask.
“Well... I can get you set up with a new identity in a country of your choosing, or you can stay with us. We may end up moving inland, but we will stay out here for a while. At least a few months so things can die down. We will go inland weekly though for supplies,” he says.
“Can you tolerate me enough to let me stay here?” I ask.
“I think we are on the same page now, but I want you to understand that I will do anything and everything within my power to make this up to you. I was awful to you, and I absolutely do not deserve forgiveness, but I’d like to try and earn it,” he says.
“How?” I sit up to look at him.
“Well,” he says as he takes a plate from Mario. “Food is my love language, I think.”
“Lemonade certainly isn’t,” I say and Mario laughs. Angelo smiles at me before taking a bite of the penne pasta.
“I will keep your belly full,” he says, offering me a bite. I realize that he is showing me that I can trust him. He wouldn’t eat something if he poisoned it, so I accept the pasta. It tastes heavenly and I can’t help but close my eyes and groan at how good it is. “If you ever let us, we will keep you full in every way possible. We will take care of you every day and make sure that you have everything you need. Whatever you want to do, short of returning to the United States, we will support you in fully.”
“What do you mean, if I let you?” I ask.
“Meaning, if you ever let us... we will both have you on our cocks as much as we can. You’ll come daily and you will never experience pain again... unless of course you ask for it,” he says as he continues to feed me.
“What if I get pregnant?” I ask.
“Then the baby will have two fathers,” he says.
“What if I don’t want kids?” I ask.
“Then we will get a vasectomy.”
“What if I want to plan a baby?”
“Then tell me when and we will happily take turns filling you with come,” he says with a smile.