CHAPTER 216: RANCH REHABILITATION

It had been a long night at the clinic for both boys. Bailey and Bryant were fully transformed—they were 6 foot 2, with 32-inch waistlines and nice lean sculptured bodies. The one thing they really had going for them were massive Genman assets. Either one of them could be a model in any calendar or clothing store; they were perfect specimens.

Bryant was the first one to come out of his cubicle. He went directly to the arms of Nolan, who kissed him like a starving man kissed his ultimate love that he hadn’t seen in 10 years. Bailey wasn’t as bold—he was a little timid at first, getting used to his new body. After all, when you grow 7 inches taller overnight and you look like a Greek God, what’s to be said but: "I’m exhausted. I just want to go home and sleep for three days."

Madison and Benjamin put the boys in the back of the speeder. Bryant kissed Nolan goodbye, and Bailey showed his disgust for the show of his brother’s affection toward a human. Now he wasn’t knocking Nolan—at 6 foot 5 he was built for a human, and according to his crotch there was no hiding the way he felt about Bryant. Bailey just really wanted to get home and he wanted to go to sleep. Madison needed to swing by the main house to pick up a few things to work on at home for Mr. Zach, and so Mr. Zach could see the boys and what fine looking young men they had become.

This morning there was a new arrival at the Z1. Someone got special permission from Mr. Zach for a visitor. Antonio Pirillo, mama Celeste’s next to youngest son at 32, who was still single and playing the field, had no choice but to come when mama said get your ass here now.

At 6-foot-4 with jet black hair slicked back with a little hair grease, wearing a nice tight shirt dipping down showing his hairy chest and skintight pants hugging every curve and bulge that he was packing, he left nothing to the imagination for anyone. He was the typical Sicilian Don Juan, hounding down every female in the neighborhood—this was something that Celeste was going to stop one way or the other. Her boys were much better than these neighborhood women who gave it up to every hard guy that smiled at them.

The boys were sitting in the back of the speeder when the transit bus stopped and Antonio got off, adjusting his package, chewing his bubblegum and looking over his dark glasses. "Where the hell has my mother dragged me to now?" he thought to himself. The old neighborhood was bad enough, but this Hicksville was totally out of his character. The transit pulled off in a cloud of dust, leaving him standing there.

Bailey looked out in the general direction of Antonio and thought to himself, what kind of freaks are we importing now? Gross.

Antonio saw his mom and went directly to her, bending over and hugging her, giving her kisses on both sides of her cheek. "Ma, where in the world are we at?"

"Antonio Pirillo, welcome to your new home until I say otherwise," Celeste replied firmly. "These are respectable people. They treat me with respect and loyalty. I am somebody here, unlike the neighborhood which is getting dangerous and changing every day. Seems like a good religious woman—Sicilian woman at that—isn’t even safe to walk down the streets. Here I am treated like a lady. Besides, your brother Vincent lives here with his expectant mate."

"You brought me all the way out here to tell me Vinny knocked some girl up?"

The words were barely out of his mouth when a sharp rap of her flat palm graced the side of his face, turning it bright red. "You will show your little brother respect because he has done the right thing by her," she snapped. "Besides, I’m going to be a grandmother again and you know how I like that role. So you keep your mouth shut, your comments to yourself, or you’ll have to go across the road to pick up your head when I knock it off."

About that time, Antonio looked up and saw the nice roundness of a very pert backside bending over as someone got out of the back seat of the speeder sitting in front of the home. He thought to himself, damn, look at that magnificent figure. I’d love to... Imagine his surprise when he met the face that went with that figure and it was none other than young Bailey, who needed to go to the restroom inside of the main house. "Holy hell, what kind of place is this?" he thought. "That belongs to a dude."

Bailey walked near him and sneered. "This is one person that you don’t have to worry about approaching, you disgusting vile piece of trash," he said as he walked away.

The comment by Bailey was followed by Celeste’s hand slapping her son upside the head with all the force she could muster. "What did you say to that good young man that caused him to tell you that?" she demanded. "You’re disgusting, you know that. Respect is one thing that you will learn around here. You will respect others that are different from you, or you will not make it in this life."

Antonio was rubbing his head, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. He didn’t say anything—he might’ve thought it, but he didn’t say anything to the guy. How did he know what he was thinking?

Vincent walked up and just shook his head. "Not even here five minutes, Antonio, and you’ve already started it. Ma can’t even have a peaceful life without your disrespect toward others. But I’ll let you know right now, this is not the old neighborhood. This is not the barrio or the projects. Here we carry ourselves a lot better. We have respect for others that are around us and with us. The sooner you remember this, the sooner your head’s going to quit burning, because Ma is still gonna knock it off every time you step out of line."

William walked around Vincent and went to introduce himself. "Hello, my name is William. I am your brother’s mate, and before you say anything, yes, I’m carrying his child. I’m a pure blood Genman and I’m carrying our hybrid son."

Antonio looked at the swollen belly on William and looked back up at his brother and his mother. "My God, you really bought into this freak show here. Your son’s done knocked up this creature and you’re going to act like no problem exists. What a nightmare this is."

Vincent reacted before he thought and decked his brother for what he said. "You will respect me and members of my family, and that includes Ma and William, who is my spouse," he growled. "Or I promise you one thing—you will have few teeth left in your head because I’ll pop you in your mouth every time you speak out in disgust. Now get your ass off the pavement and say hello to the owner of the ranch, William’s grandfather, Mr. Zachary Spinelli. You will not cause Ma any embarrassment here because she is held in very high standing with every Genman on this ranch, the local community, and the ranch next door owned by none other than Ed Hawthorne from Hawthorne Industries."

A hand protruded down to assist Antonio up. It was Zach himself.

"Young man, your brother is correct. Your mother is well respected and very much loved here on the Z1, in the community, and everywhere," Zach said as he helped Antonio to his feet. "You will stay in the bachelor’s quarters with the rest of the single men’s construction crew. If someone invites you over for supper, I would suggest that you accept the invitation, because the food out of the crew quarters is not that grand. It’s kind of a potluck, and in that pot, you don’t know what there is. I’m Zach Spinelli—I own this place. Starting Monday, you will be assigned to one of the construction crews for Jake Traylor. You will earn a salary just like everyone else. Get out of line and someone will put your ass right back in line. This is a last chance for you. Your mother has put her foot forward to try to save you from a life in a correctional facility that you were headed toward."

Zach continued, his tone becoming more serious. "And I can tell you right now, you can run but you won’t hide, because someone will give you up and you’re going to have a monitor system on. If you think about removing it, remember 50,000 volts is a lot to withstand. And there are several different people here that have access to their remotes to find you. If you go out of place, you get a gentle nudge and you will get a hold of your care giver for the day by communicator. This is issued to you. If you don’t respond the next time, you’ll get a zap. Then if you still don’t respond, you get its full force."

Antonio looked at his mother with disbelief. "Really, Ma? A leash on me? You did this to your own son, treating me like a dog in the old neighborhood?"

"Antonio, if I didn’t love you, I would’ve left you behind to suffer the consequences. And a pretty young man like you would’ve been on the bottom as Big Bubba’s crying victim as he made you his plaything," Celeste replied with tears in her eyes. "So I did this because I do love you."

He felt a sudden pinch as a hypodermic needle went into his right buttock and his tracker was placed within him.

"Antonio, somebody will come by to pick you up later. You will come over to the house I share with Jeremiah, Willie, and another person. You will be our guest for the night for supper. When supper’s finished and we have spoken for a little bit, you will return to the dormitory," Zach explained. "No one is going to bother you. They may caution you on a few things to watch out for, but they’re all there to keep you out of trouble. And they will do it because their jobs depend on it."

Bailey came walking out of the main house and hugged Mr. Z’s neck. "Not bad, not bad at all. Looks like Ben gave us some pretty good genetics after all."

Zach hugged the young man’s neck back. "Young man, you stay out of trouble. Very good-looking now, and every single Genman out here is going to be vying for position to court you. Unless you want to be with child, you tell them no. If they give you a hard time, you contact me and they won’t have to worry about it again—they’re going to be someone’s plaything."

Bailey went and got in the backseat and they drove off to the house.