Chapter 219
Jake, Sylvana, and Giovanni are locked in the sitting room with a lot of yelling and banging as I sit in
the kitchen with Arrick and try not to self-implode. It’s been only minutes since we left the dining room
and my nerves arepletely done in. Sitting so tensely my body aches with the effort and I’m on high
alert.
“Here.” He hands me a mug of cocoa and slides into the chair beside me at the kitchen table with a
supportive smile.
“Thanks.” I ept it gratefully, still picking at the te of food he warmed for me, trying to ignore the
noise echoing down the hall. All the house staff have retired for the night and the ce is eerily empty.
Arrick’s girlfriend is either in his room or gone, so here he is, babysitting me at his brother’s request,
because Jake didn’t want me left alone to ponder everything.
“I guess I should say wee to my crazy family.” He nods casually toward the direction of the noise
and I just take a long slow breath. Blowing it out to try to bring some sense of calm to my chaotic inner
body, so tired suddenly.
“Is this what it’s like? I never really had a real family.” I shrug and look down. “It was only my mother
and I and she’s not exactly going to win any awards for mom of the year.” I sigh a little in detion.
“Sometimes it’s like this, especially when Jake and my dad go head to head. They seem to be able to
get to each other in the worst way.” Arrick smiles and sips his own mug of cocoa carefully. He has
Giovanni’s grace and smooth quiet confidence and authoritative quality when he’s sitting like this,
contemting things. Mature for his young age.
He looks more like Giovanni than Jake does yet somehow there is still enough of Sylvana in there for
him to be attractive in a way not too dissimr to Jake, as I used to think. The older he gets the more I
see tiny hints that when he fully grows out of his teen years, he may be more Jake Carrero like than
Giovanni Carrero. It’s a little odd given his lighter hair and soft brown eyes, although sitting this close I
can see he has a lot of green flecks through the color, giving them more of a hazel quality.
“What was all that about with your dad?” I blink up at him with a face full of confusion trying to work out
the motive behind his father’s behavior. Giovanni is one person I’m never going to figure out.
“My dad hates Marissa, he always has. mes her for Jake going off the rails when he was younger
and screwing his head up, to the degree that he brought the family name shame for a lot of years. My
dad doesn’t trust her and loves nothing more than to get a dig in at every opportunity.” He watches me
closely for a second and then smiles. “He called you Emma at dinner, did you notice?”
“What?” I nce up at him, as he pulls that half-smile that Jake does, the way his eyes light up when
he thinks he knows something you haven’t figured out yet, making me well and truly confused. It adds
to me feelingfortable with Arrick, because he’s remarkably like his brother when you really stop
and dissect him. Strong genes.
“My dad … He’s only ever referred to Marissa as Miss. Hartley or doesn’t use her name at all. It’s kind
of his thing. He called you Emma, so he likes you, he sees you as something permanent in Jake’s life
and if Jake hadn’t been so busy trying to control that crazy aggressive rage of his then he would’ve
noticed it too. It’s almost like dad’s giving his consent.” He winks at me and takes another drink.
“You’re telling me your dad gave his approval at the same time as causing a massive fight?” Iugh at
the ridiculousness of it, breaking the tension in my stomach with giggling.
“My dad never does anything without reason, Emma. He gave his approval and tried to annihte your
competition in one fell swoop to protect his son. I know what Jake thinks of him but believe it or not his
intentions were only for Jake. My dad just doesn’t show affections the way we do. He’s a man from
another time and lifestyle, back when men didn’t show love or affection openly.” He raises an eyebrow
and I take a moment to try to analyze this. I remember the mafia rumors a while back about the Carrero
family and I wonder if this is what Arrick means.
Does Giovanni still have ties to mafia?
The thought is a little disconcerting, but it would exin the man’s terrifying demeanor, the quick sharp
maniption, and the way he keeps all his cards very close to his chest and no one can ever read him.
“How does announcing a house and baby to Marissa get rid of her? She’s still carrying Jake’s kid.
She’s still going to be connected to him for an eternity.” I scrutinize Arrick’s face with an expression of
sheer disbelief.
“She’s refusing a DNA test despite my dad informing her that no proof means no rtionship with the
Carreros. He doesn’t believe this baby is Jake’s any more than I do. So
in a way he was calling her out, showing her, she haspetition with a baby that really is Jake’s.” He
focuses on me intensely, a hint of a frown and a look ofplete belief in what he’s saying.
“Why would she lie, she would obviously be found out eventually?” I sigh and push down the fatigue
sweeping up my body. My fingertips pressing at my temples to try to dull the throbbing headache
growing there. I think all the emotions of that little dinner scene are ying catch up and I really need to
goy down.
“Marissa has always been maniptive as hell; she used to y Ben and Jake off one another like
crazy. She tried with Daniel too, but weirdly he’s the one guy who saw through her shit and kept Jake
sane and clear from her for the longest time after, so he could start to move on. The girl is twisted as
hell.” Arrick shrugs, seemingly well versed in all that is Marissa, giving me more ground to not believe
what she said about that night with Jake.
“It doesn’t mean she’s lying about that one specific night … You saw her right? Baby bump! And even
Jake remembers waking up in a bed with her.” I push my cocoa aside, unable to stomach anything
more. I just want to lie down and stop talking about that stupid Demon Bitch. I want Jake toe to
bed and hold me tight and forget tonight ever happened.
“I don’t know, Emma, it’s just the fact she’s refusing the DNA … She should want to prove it just to
shove it in my dad’s face.”
“From what I’ve seen she’s stubborn and difficult and is only refusing because she can to be stubborn
and difficult.” Demon Bitch does not like being told what to do, or ultimatums. The dealings Jake’s had
with her so far have only proven that she’s someone who digs in her heels and fights hard, even when
it’s futile.
“That could be true too, I guess. Look … I didn’t say this before because Jake swore me to secrecy
until my mom knew, but congrattions on the baby, Emma. I really mean it. I know you’re kinda
freaked out over the whole thing but Jake’s crazy happy about this. He tells me everything, and from
the day you found out he’s been gushing about it non-stop. I know he fucked things up and I’m d
you’re giving him a chance to put things right. You’re good for him in so many ways, I’ve never seen
him this happy.”
He smiles and puts an arm around my shoulder giving me a small awkward squeeze before pulling
away again. Unlike his brother, Arrick isn’t as handy, touchy-feely as Jake. Every time I’ve seen him
with girlfriends he isn’t as publicly affectionate either. He’s more like Giovanni in a reserved, less
emotional way.
“He’s good for me too … When he’s not fucking things up.” I smile softly, noticing for the first time it
doesn’t hurt quite as much to talk about this and mentioning the baby seems a little less scary too. I
don’t know when I stopped panicking about the baby and our future, I guess it’s been a gradual thing
and my mind is now, hopefully,pletely at peace with both. It feels good to realize it.Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
“You belong together and every one of us is rooting for it. You have a whole bunch of Carrero family
members talking of nothing else but when Jake going to get his head out of his ass and get you walking
down the aisle.”
I blush and look down at my hands.
“After tonight, I’m guessing sooner than you think.” I smile and can’t help but let it grow across my face
with a sudden rush of certainty that I am doing the right thing.
“You finally said yes?” He grins at me, a show of enthusiasm and genuine joy.
“I did one better … I asked him to marry me, in an angry loud kind of way, in front of her.” I giggle
naughtily and then appraise him genuinely. “Funny thing is though, I actually meant it. Something
snapped while listening to her and I realized that he’s mine, for now and forever, no matter what
happens. Jake’s mine, he always will be and there’s absolutely no reason for me to keep freaking out
over all of this in my head anymore. Wasting time and holding back is only making us miserable.” I sigh
and start picking at my nail varnish, still blushing at this outpouring of my inner emotions and thoughts.
Especially with this almost stranger.
“You’re going to fit right in with this family, Emma Anderson! Or should I say Carrero … Emma Carrero,
has a nice ring to it.” Arrick has a beautiful smile when he’s happy. He has variations of smiles he
throws around, like Jake, but this one here, boyish, and genuine, is the prettiest. He has that whole
sparkly white Hollywood teeth thing too.
“Yeah it kinda does.” I giggle again and kiss Arrick on the cheek rather quickly and nervously. “I always
wanted a sibling.” I smile at him and stand up rather purposefully. I look him over and evaluate my
feelings. I’m not awkward around him and I don’t recoil at his touch. Probably because he’s just another
version of Jake. But I do have a growing affection for him, having never known what sibling love feels
like I can hazard a guess that it feels somewhat like this.
“You can tell my fiancée that I’ve gone to bed. His child is very tiring and having a head on with his
psychotic ex took it out of me.” I grin and throw him a little wave as I turn on my heel and head toward
the stairs.
“I’m pretty sure when I go interrupt them and tell them his wavering fiancée is teetering unsteadily up
the grand stair all alone and overwhelmed with fatigue he will be racing right along.” Arrick’s smiles
wickedly, master of manipting his brother, and I can’t help the little giggle that escapes my lips.
Arrick is slowly bing my second favorite Carrero. I nce down at my stomach.
Okay maybe my third!