Chapter 5

Donatello's POV

“Wait.”

She stopped me in my tracks, right when I was about to escape from her emerald eyes. They were hooded yesterday, from being drunk and today, they glowed with each word she spoke, shining and reflecting like the jewel it was named after.

“Marcus told me something about you.”

“I suppose he speaks a great deal about me,” I replied, not knowing where this was headed. “Well yes,” she confirmed. 

“He told me a certain thing though.”

I turned around, looking at her in that stupid torn dress that exposed her milky thighs. “What is it?”

“Are you still looking for a surrogate?” she blurted out, her face turning red.

A surrogate.

Yes, I was.

I said nothing, allowing her to speak instead.

“It's just that, he told me you wanted a child and I want a child too and I wa shooting we could help each other,” she bit her bottom lip.

“Yes, I am looking for a woman to carry my heir,” I said honestly. I wasn't interested in having babies, just legacy.

“Yes. I want to help you.”

I scanned her. “You?”

“Yes,” she said, steooing forward. “I would be an excellent mother.”

I had no doubt of that. “I am not looking for a wife.”

“I did not ask to be your wife,” she retorted. “I just want to be your surrogate. You can interview me if you would like.”

I watched her closely. I did not trust or believe women's words. They were all lies and I had learnt early to detect their fangs.

It was why my search was so long. Too rude, too meal, too messy. There was always something wrong with them, always a flaw I couldn't overlook. 

I could not repeat the mistake my father had made. Marrying a woman for love, accepting all her flaws and she abandoned him when he died.

I crept up the stairs quietly, wanting to go sleep in my papa's room with him like I had always done. When I opened the door, papa wasn't there. He has died earlier that night and I knew that. 

What I witnessed though was so horrible. My mother's tits bounced around as she moved on my father's second in commands body, soft moans falling from her lips. Her eyes locked with mine, silver meeting silver and I closed the door quietly, bristling at the betrayal.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was gone.

“I will do whatever you ask,” Isabella said, breaking my reverie. 

I ran my hands over my face, feeling the stubble I didn't shave off last night prick my finger tips. “Anything?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

She smmed honest. Like she would not lie to me. I could understand her pain, being cheated on by the man you loved, the feeling of betrayal. How I felt that night when I watched my mother ride the cock.

“I have some requirements,” I said, walking back into the room. Her face lit up, and I ignored the pang in my heart I felt when I caught that. “Yes, what are they?”

“Firstly,” I count with my fingers, “Yoy will submit completely to me.”

She frowned. “By submitting you mean?”

“To my instructions, my words, my commands, my authority. Your body, your soul, your thoughts are all mine.”

She gulped.

“Secondly,” I continued. “You would undergi full medical testing. I wouldn't want an unhealthy mother for my child.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding furiously. 

“You stay here. In this house,” I studied her reflexes. “No single contact with the outside world during your pregnancy.”

“Done.”

She was desperate enough to agree to my terms. Most women hesitated at the first one, letting me know they were not my ideal candidate.

Her green eyes shined with unshed tears and gratitude. “Thank You, Donatello.”

I shook my head, finally leaving the room. 

“Just don't let me regret it.”