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“Alexei,” my father jumped in and stopped the fucker, “I need to talk some business with you. I’m leaving the country for a while.”
“What? Are you in trouble with the law or something, Don Nucci?”
“No, Alexei, that’s not it.” My father looked across the table to my mother. “Muse and I are taking a little trip.”
“In the middle of business?”
“Yes.”
“But why?”
“Because my wife is more important than any business, Popov.” There was no room for objections in my father’s tone. “Enzo is stepping in.”
“You’re leaving me with young Nucci. I see.”
“He’s my son and he will be a great Don soon; I need to warn you that he gets a little bit angry sometimes. I would try to not make him mad if I was you.”
“Mhm, they’re short tempered when they’re young.” He was not pleased with the news. Too bad for the old Russian fucker. I was his boss now, and I was also making his wife come. “Tell me, Don Nucci, should I schedule the sit down for when you come back, or…”
“They’re going to meet with Enzo.”
“Alexei,” I called his name and he looked at me, “Soon. I will meet with them soon, ok?”
“Whatever can be done I will do. I like your determination, Enzo.”
“It’s not determination, it’s just the Nucci way. Your friends are holding us back. We have ships stuck in Russian ports with no goods on board. You’d better tell them that this partnership offer will not be on the table forever.” He looked back at my father. Nice try, motherfucker. “No, no, don’t look at the old man, look at me. Get this deal moving, or there won’t be anything for you to manage.”
He weighed my words then smiled like an ass-kissing asshole.
“Right. I’ll give you that deal, you can count on that. It would have been done by now if one of the Bratva boss hadn’t gotten himself into trouble a few days ago. They wanted to put him under court supervision, but I got him out. It cost me a shit ton of money.” He wanted to make sure I knew that so I would pay him back. “I almost lost my mind yesterday. I was so fucking stressed and tired, so rest assured I didn’t just sit on my ass. Enzo, you’ll soon learn that it’s good to have me on your side. I bring results.”
“You should get used to the stress if you want to make it in New York, Alexei.” I told him. “You look good enough now.”
“Da, of course I look better. I have a great treatment for stress.” I didn’t ask what it was, but I had a feeling he was about to tell me anyway. “Nothing else can get you relaxed like some good sex. It’s why I keep Ludmila around.”
My body shut down, not one fiber in me moving anymore. I knew that if I moved, I would end up taking his life right there.
“Alexei,” she tried to protest, but he didn’t even look at her.
My father threw him a shaded look and stopped his blabbering.
“Popov, I’ve told you to stop with this shit. You’re upsetting my wife. Your daughter is at the table for God’s sake.” That’s when I realized that now Katja was glued to my side. I was too fucking busy trying to not reach for my gun and shooting her father in the face.
“Ah, it’s all in good spirit, Gino. She’s my wife, and she doesn’t look bad. You must know I’m sleeping with her.” The motherfucker was laughing, and the sound made my gut twist. “I was just giving your son some advice to relieve stress. I got rid of mine riding Ludmila all night.”
I was thirteen the first time I got into a brawl at school, and I broke another kid’s hand because he called my mother an Italian whore. I remember that day very clearly because it was the first time I felt the taste of pure, unfiltered, violent anger. For a long time, I thought I’d never feel anything so powerful ever again, but I was wrong. The rage inside me was smoldering like an unleashed fire from the core of an inferno, travelling through my blood. I wanted to hurt. I wanted to attack. I wanted to kill the man who touched what was mine.
A minute later I excused myself and got to my feet so abruptly I almost knocked Katja down on my way up, but I didn’t give a shit. I saw she threw me a weird look when I started walking toward the bathroom. Burning up and fuming, I got my phone out and wrote Ludmila a text.
Me: Men’s bathroom. You have two minutes, or I’m coming back there and taking you.
Chapter 13
When I saw Enzo leaving, I knew he did it because he was angry. There was no doubt from the look on his face that disgust and fury were torturing him, and I knew it was all directed at me.
When Alexei opened his mouth, I wanted to die right there. I saw the coldness settling in Enzo’s eyes and it hurt me so bad, I had to bite my tongue to not start crying. I couldn’t blame him, but could he blame me? I had no other choice. I was tightly bound to this vile man, and he had established rights over me. Enzo had no idea how hard it was to live in my skin.
When I got his text, a knot formed in my stomach because I could feel his anger through the words he had written. So, I told Alexei I didn’t feel well, and I needed to go take a breath of fresh air. Luckily for me, he didn’t give a flying fuck.
