Page 66 of Romeo
“Let me go, you fuckhead!” the squirming woman shouted.
“Set her here,” my father suggested as he pointed to a chair.
Silent, the big man unceremoniously dumped her into the overstuffed chair.
Dropping down heavily, she screeched, “Hey!”
Keys stood on one side as Tank stood on the other.
She had her wrists zip tied as well as her ankles. Sitting up, she took a look around. Pausing when she spotted Jarret, she sneered at him.
He shook his head. “So how does it feel to be tied up? Fun, ain’t it?”
She fumed at him but made no reply. Looking around again, her gaze halted on Julianna. Her face went white as shestared. Looking afraid, she blinked several times. “W-what the hell is this?”
Julianna looked nervous as she took a few steps closer to the chair and spoke softly, “Y-you're my sister.”
V shook her head as she couldn’t seem to fathom what was happening. “I-I don’t have a sister.”
“You do and a twin at that,” Julianna said.
“What kind of game is this?” V asked as she refused to look at Julianna and swung her gaze around at the faces in the room. “You people are horrible. Why would you do this?”
“Do you remember me?” Julianna asked.
V continued to ignore her as she looked over at Stephano. “Where’s my brother?”
“He’s not your brother,” Julianna spoke a little louder now.
V turned her head and glared at Julianna. “The fuck you say!”
“I do say,” Julianna stepped even closer to the chair. “You were taken from your real family when you were five. That woman claiming to be your mother, stole you from us. From your parents.”
V kept shaking her head.
This didn’t seem to stop Julianna once she got going, “Your name is Valencia Celene Regatta. You were born in New York City, three minutes after me. We were together until we were five.”
“No. NO!” Valencia shouted. “Why are you all doing this?”
“Shit, I wish it was a cruel joke or a trick,” Jarret said. “You deserve that much at least.”
“You killed my mother,” Valencia accused as she sneered at him.
Jarret shook his head. “I wasn’t even present when she killed herself.”
“You are a liar! She didn’t kill herself!” Valencia shouted. “She was a warrior. She led armies. She was tougher than any of you.”
“She did take her own life.” Liv nodded. “There were many of us that saw it on video feed.”
Valencia swung her gaze over to her and paused. “Well, if it isn’t Liv Walker, herself. Yes, I saw pictures of you. My brother was super fond of you.”
“No, he wasn’t,” Liv retorted. “He set out to ruin my life. He never cared about me. In fact, he cannot love or care for anyone. He’s too psychotic.”
Valencia’s gaze raged at her as hate showed on her face. “You’re a fucking bitch!”
Glory stepped close to the chair, seemingly unafraid. Leaning down, she slapped Valencia across the mouth.
Valencia’s head snapped to the side then she immediately gazed up at Glory. “The fuck doing that while I’m tied up!”
