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“I’ve turned a blind eye to your infidelity. I know what you do and how you’ve attained your wealth. I say nothing because you’ve protected me and my son. What I won’t allow is you to do that to him. That’s where I draw the line, Cosimo,” she snarled.
His father tossed his head back and laughed.
Cosmo tried to stay quiet. He was really good at staying quiet when his father yelled. His beautiful mama had taught him to stay out of the way and hide until his papa was gone. They would usually go on a walk if it was daytime or watch a movie in the home theatre if it was night. However, he had a bad feeling this time things weren’t going to go down like usual. For his seventh birthday, he’d wished they could go away forever, but wishes never came true, not for him.
“You draw the line? Ah, Bonita, you think you can do anything that I don’t allow? That’s not how it works in my home. You do what I say, when I say, how I say. If I tell you to suck Hector’s cock, you get on your knees and you do it. If I tell you to get our son so he can suck Hector’s cock, you will do as I say. Is that clear?”
The words his father said had him stumbling against the wall. He almost knocked a vase off the table nearest him. He was only seven, but he knew what his father said was wrong. Boys didn’t do that to others. Cosmo stayed quiet, scared if he made a move his father would hear and call for him.
“I will do whatever you say, Cosimo. Don’t make my boy do anything. Please,” she begged.
His father’s harsh laughter was followed by his mother’s soft cry and then Hector’s grunt. He didn’t go forward to see what was happening. The sounds were disturbing enough. A few minutes later, his father’s phone rang.
“Yes, have my plane ready. She’s not coming with us. My son will be coming.”
In that moment, Cosmo knew his world as he knew it would forever be changed.
“No, you promised if I did what you asked you wouldn’t make Cosmo,” she cried.
