Same goes for me.
I won’t just kill you, though. Your entire family will be extinct. Your father, your brothers, hell, I’ll even kill your second cousin if you do my family wrong because family comes first of all.
If you don’t believe me, ask Maestro’s family. You’ll have to find them first. Trust me when I say that won’t be easy. The Italian Cartel doesn’t leave bodies because corpses can talk. Take the toddler in the wall at the Shroud family ranch as an example.
Is Megan related to me? Unfortunately, yes. Is she my sister? Hell-to-the-fucking-no. Our connection is a consequence of the fucked-up world my father raised me in. Babies, made-to-order wives, underage whores, if you could make money from it, my family dabbled in it in some way.
That’s all done and dusted now. My father is dead, killed in a way too deserving for him, but without a single ounce of remorse felt. Most people believed he died in a joint FBI/Ravenshoe PD operation, only I know that isn’t the case.
I’m not a fan of dark, hidden crevices until it conjures up a way to take down the man responsible for my family’s utmost turmoil.
Fathers are supposed to protect their children.
They’re supposed to save them from harm.
My father did no such thing.
If he had the chance to profit from it, he ran for it, but shacking up the only surviving member of his family with a vindictive bitch who couldn’t give her husband’s actual royal lineage an heir was a new low for him. Mafia blood is royal, it has been around for centuries, but it isn’t something you auction off to the highest bidder without expecting to pay for your stupidity with your life.
I hate what Smith unearthed about the agreement between India and my father after Agent Brandon James left his briefcase unattended within days of my crews’ return to Hopeton. It made a mockery out of my family name even more than it was already facing, but it gave me plenty of motivation to kill my father without fear of punishment. Rules not even someone as high as my father could break were shattered, leaving me no other option but to re-invent the game.
The Petretti name still isn’t what it once was, but it’s getting stronger every day.
Smith makes it stronger.
Rocco makes it stronger.
And having it attached to Roxanne’s name completely blows it out of the fucking water.
Yeah, you heard me right. Roxanne isn’t just knocked up with my kid, all five-foot-four inches of her is also my wife. Audrey was more than happy to sign divorce papers without a claim to the child most people still believe is hers or my fortune. She was so grateful her life was spared for the part she played in India’s ruse to forge an unbreakable unity of our family bloodlines, she would have signed anything I placed in front of her.
Do I still wish she were dead? Yes, for the most part. The only reason I didn’t siphon the blood from her veins was because Roxanne asked me not to. She wanted her alive, and although Audrey technically hurt me before Roxanne, so the decision was out of Roxanne’s hands, if it weren’t for Audrey suddenly growing a conscience, Maestro would have killed my son. He may have even killed my now-wife.
That alone saw me offering leniency I don’t usually give.
That alone also saw Audrey shipped back to her country of origin with the promise if she ever steps foot in my country again, all mercies will be null and void. She will be dead—as will India when I find her.
She’s still hiding. I can’t say I don’t understand her objective. Her death won’t be quick like my father’s and Rimi’s. I’ll torture her for hours on end, perhaps even days. I would have said months if that wouldn’t force me away from my family for longer than necessary.
Despite no one knowing of their existence, Roxanne and Fien haven’t left my sight for a second over the past four months. Whether on a computer monitor, via my phone, or in the flesh, I have eyes on them no matter where they are. I’m not ashamed of my overprotectiveness. If anything, it makes me proud. My girls will want for nothing, and my son will be raised completely different than I was. He won’t just be a contender for the boss of all bosses when he’s my age, he will betheboss, point blank, and I’ll guide his steps the entire way.
As will his mother.
Roxanne isn’t scared of this lifestyle. She fucking loves it. Not as much as she does me, but I didn’t lie when I said she doesn’t want to be a lady any more than she wants me to be a gentleman. I killed her boyfriend, tortured her parents, yet she still takes my dick between her lips with a ghost-like smile on her mouth every single time without fail.
The same smile is curling her lips now. It makes the transfer of her ass from my extended crotch to my desk a real fucking hard feat. It’s only done without anarchy because the high rise of her skirt awards me the slightest peek of her scant panties and the treasure they’re hiding.
Alice spoiled Roxanne when she entered my realm with nothing but the clothes on her back and a hideous dressing gown tossed over her arm. Now she spoils her with remorse as well.
Alice is alive, breathing, and has sworn multiple times the past four months that Lucy will eventually forgive me. Fien is helping bring her around, so I’m sure it won’t be too much longer until she reverts to calling me ‘Uncle’ again.
As the light in Roxanne’s eyes shifts from sated to ravenous, she parts her thighs. Not wide enough for me to get my head between them, but wide enough to reveal she knows the reason she’s been seconded to my office. Her fearlessness nearly killed her, but it’s one of the things I love about her the most.
That doesn’t mean I’ll let her off easy, though.
“What was our agreement, Roxanne?”
I don’t free my hardened cock from my trousers and stroke it to weaken the fire burning in her eyes. I do it for the exact opposite reason. I love her spark, her charisma, her spunk that is so fucking potent, a bullet couldn’t dampen it. Just knowing I can unleash it with only a few strokes has me stroking my cock a little faster.
