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"Bringing who here?" A new voice sounds. I glance up to find my second brother Massimo, followed by my youngest twin siblings Christian and Alessandro walking into the room.
Antonio, my right-hand man, stands to attention by the open door. He’s been told not to let anyone except family inside. Doesn’t mean he ever lets his guard down. Since he fell in love with one of the women that we’d saved from being trafficked, and married her—with my blessing—his loyalty has been unshakeable. Not that he had been anything but faithful before that. But finding his woman had made him even more faithful, something for which I am appreciative. He meets my gaze and I wave him off. He steps back, shuts the door behind him, and I turn to my brothers, "The fuck you guys doing here?"
"Someone’s pissed," Christian murmurs.
"Think big brother, here, isn’t getting enough?" Alessandro smirks.
"Or maybe he’s getting too much and it’s not satisfying enough? After all, quality over quantity, and all that," Massimo drawls as he precedes the other two further into the room.
I scowl as the three of them prowl around the space. Christian sinks into a couch, then promptly turns sideways and stretches out. Alessandro lowers his bulk into a chair, and props his feet on the coffee table, "Thought you were supposed to be in London?" He jerks his chin at me.
"I was," I mutter.
"Is it a woman who had you returning so quickly?"
I hold his gaze, don’t say anything else.
"Knew it," Christian crows. "It has to be a woman who’s put him in such a filthy mood."
"It’s not only my mood which is going to be filthy soon," I growl. "What the hell are you threestronzidoing here, anyway?"
"You’re repeating yourself,fratellone."Massimo smirks.
"Vaffanculo!"I rub the back of my neck.
"Now he’s taking refuge in insults." Christian chuckles, "And it was you who’d asked us over for a meeting."
Of course, I had. How could I have forgotten that? I walk over to stand over the three of them. Luca follows me. "Get your foot off the table, Xander," I growl at my youngest brother.
"Seriously?" He grimaces, "What’s wrong with where my foot is?"
"Want me to show you?" I pull my knife from my belt, flip it over in my hand. I glare at him, and he grimaces.
"You’re such a bore, Mika." Xander lowers his foot to the floor anyway.
"Why did you call us?" Massimo straightens in his seat. "It has to be something serious that had you summoning all of us here."
Goddam it to hell. I can’t believe I forgot about that. Shows just how much she’s addled my mind that I can’t recollect half the orders I’ve issued in the last few days. I glance between them, "Can’t I ask my own brothers to join me? After all, we are a family, aren’t we?"
"We met just before you went to London, so I take it there have been developments?" Massimo tips his chin up at me.
"You could say that." I rake my fingers through my hair, then survey them, "I’m getting married."
"Married?" Xander slowly bats his eyelids, then bursts out laughing,"Che cazzo?"He snickers, "You sure have a strange sense of humor, Michelangelo."
"I hate that name," I say through gritted teeth, "and what’s wrong with my getting married?"
"Everything." He tries to school his features into some semblance of seriousness, then bursts out laughing. Again.
"And here I thought Xander would be the first to get married, considering he's had a lifelong crush on Theresa." Massimo leans forward on the balls of his feet.
"Hey," Xander protests, "I don’t have a crush on her."
"Oh, please," Christian scoffs, "whenever you see her you go all googly-eyed."
"Googly-eyed?" Xander sputters, "What does that even mean?"
"Why is it that the two of you still squabble like you are ten?" I rub the back of my neck.
