“Sylvia, I told you already! Dad won’t be moved by this! He will not even care even if we tell us that Devon killed Lucy! You’re just wasting your time begging on him!”
Sylvia did not let Brian stop her from going out of the car and into the house where Gestoni is temporarily working because his whole headquarters has been under siege the other day by Daemon’s men.
The attack was unexpected and almost half of his men were wiped out.
“I don’t care, Brian! I still have to try. I promised Devon I’ll beg your father to return Emily to them so we could have Lucy back! If I have to kiss his feet or give him a blow job or be his sex doll, I’ll do it for the sake of Lucy!”
Brian gripped her wrist tightly, his face darkening from hearing those words from her.
“What did you say?! Can you please repeat it to me?!”
“You heard me right! I am willing to fuck your father if that is the only way I could have my child back.” She took her wrist away from him and lifted her head to him. Her look is defiant and that is the first time he saw her this way.
Rebellious and desperate. She wasn’t even like this when she was forced to marry him.
“I am willing to do everything for her unlike you.”
She ran upstairs leaving him to go to his father.
Sylvia fixes herself first before knocking on the door and pushing it open where Gestoni is already waiting for her.
“Gestoni,” she called his name like she used to back then.
She’s really not supposed to marry his son. She is supposed to be his second wife but was gifted to his son in the end like a spoilt and token in the war and she will use that card to save her child.
“Please, help me.”
She sat on his lap and hugged him making sure to scratch her breasts against him. Gestoni saw through this act and just let her be.
“Please help me find Lucy. I will do everything for you, Gestoni. Please, help me find my daughter, please.”
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, his hand going into her thigh and starting to caress it.
Sylvia beamed inside upon his favorable response.
“Really? Will you help me?”
He nodded. “I will. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
Sylvia gulped first when she felt her blood rising into her head as hope surged into her system.
“I talked with Devon. She told me she will only return Lucy to me if I could bring Emily back to her. you know where Emily is right? Maybe you could get her and then give her back to Devon so I could have my daughter back. Can you do that, Gestoni? Will you do that for me?”
Instantly, Gestoni’s mood turned uneasy. He opened the lower drawer of his table and took out a gun from it and ran it across her face to her surprise.
Sylvia tried to move away from his lap but he did not let her and trapped her within his powerful legs. For a man close to sixty, he is still as strong as his self when he was in his prime years.
“Return Emily to Devon you say? Is that what you wanted me to do for you, Sylvia?” He traced the outline of his face using his gun and she trembled under his dangerous gaze.
“Y-Yes. I was hoping you would. As I said, I’m willing to do everything for you. Say it and I will do it.”
“You think you’re that special? You think I would sacrifice my entire wealth just for you? Hmm?”
Cold sweat trickled down her sweat when his eyes turned distant cold. In times like this, it will be better to keep your mouth shut than to answer Gestoni in this kind of state.
So instead she just shook her head. The kind of courage she thought she had before coming in here evaporated.
“Did you know why I let Devon be married to Daemon Farrows out of all the men out there?”
Sylvia’s eyes widened. He let her own daughter marry Daemon Farrows?! What is he talking about?!
He grinned when he read the confusion on her face. “That is right. I let it all happen to her to test her out, to stretch her limits. She needed to suffer so she could be stronger.”
“W-What?”
Gestoni bared out his teeth and smiled at the woman on his lap. “That’s right. I let it all happen because I like how she was the most fearless out of my children. No one is as bold as her to ask an enemy to marry her.”
The man laughed at her before abruptly standing up which literally made her fall face down to the floor. Sylvia quickly got up both scared and shocked by his confession.
How can a father do this to his own daughter? He’s treating his own kids as his mere pawns. He lived up to his name as the only mafia boss in the state without weakness by detaching himself from his own family.
“And did you know why I would never give back her daughter? Because she’s still not strong enough to handle this all by herself. She’s still clinging to the little power her husband had over the matters. That fool! Unless she leaves him and goes on by herself on her own, her daughter will be under my jurisdiction.”
“Gestoni! That’s your granddaughter we’re talking about! Do you even have any idea what we are both going through right now? Did you know that you are slowly tearing down your own family by doing all this manipulation?”
Gestoni only laughed.
“You, weak women, will never understand where we’re coming from so unless you don’t let the same thing happen to you, you better leave before I do the same thing to you and your daughter.”
Sylvia hurled to the door and left his office in a second. So her husband is right all along. No one can make the great Gestoni Farrows move all along.
“What an evil person! I hope you are killed in the most gruesome way possible, Gestoni! And I would love to be the one who will do that!”
Devon was looking hard at the number of her father on her phone. It’s the last straw she’s holding onto now. After this, if nothing happens and they still refuse to give Emily back to her, she doesn’t know what she’ll do after but one thing is for sure.
Hell will break loose and she will do every desperate thing to bring him down. Daemon already started by taking hold of the Farrows headquarters in a surprise attack. He revived his tactic of launching a sudden attack on the Farrows. Gestoni must have been slacking off because he was not prepared for that.
Her mother called her to communicate but she shut her down too when she refused to tell her more about Emily.
“They’re all the same. They all look down on me in the same way. They think I’m weak, powerless. They don’t know what a weak powerless woman like me can do.”
She hit the call button and waited for an answer. When her call connected and heard her father’s stern and knowing voice, she almost smiled victoriously.
“Devon,” he said even though she did not speak a single word yet.
“Last chance, dad. It’s either you give me what I’ve been looking for or we will die together. I have nothing to lose,” she warned him and activated the bomb jacket she’s wearing outside the Farrows mansion.