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Michael

"What makes you think I want to do a deal with you?" I glance across the conference room table in my office. The man sprawled out at the foot of the table chuckles.

"Come now Capo, you and I both know that you need allies on your side in your quest to bid for the role of Don."

"I don’t need you for that, Nikolai." I yawn. "I am the son, the heir; the title of Don is as good as mine."

"If that were true, you wouldn’t be meeting with me." Nikolai’s lips twist, "You not only need to show that you have built up your association with the strongest organized crime syndicates in your region, but you also need us in your corner should the Don, for some reason, decide to turn on you."

I stiffen, then force my muscles to relax. Fucker is good. As strategic as me. As ruthless as me. As power-hungry as me… Which is why he hadn’t hesitated to accept meeting me on my own turf in my office. Not that it was my idea, but I have to give Seb credit. By asking Nikolai to come here, he’d shown that he was thinking ten steps ahead. Nikolai accepting it? It shows that he needs me as much as I need him.

"The same can be said of you." I tilt my head, "You’re here meeting me on my turf, unarmed—"

"But not alone," He spreads his arms wide, drawing my attention to the two men who stand on either side of him. His younger brothers Roman and Victor stare back at me, their faces impassive.

"Brothers, eh?" I jerk my chin toward mine who stand behind me, "Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em."

"That’s family for you." Nikolai chuckles, "In our business, it’s all about blood ties. You may not get along with your family, but you can trust them to have your back."

That’s what I had thought too. Then Luca decided to turn everything on its head.

"The times are changing," I murmur, "enemies become friends become enemies."

He frowns, "I am not following."

"We’ve never been on the same side of the fence before—"

"Yet you reached out to us, and offered us a proposal we couldn’t resist."

He’s referring to our earlier agreement where Nikolai agreed to stop targeting our ships in return for a cut of the money we make on the shipping routes.

"The enemy of your enemy is a friend, too." I allow my lips to kick up.

Niko’s forehead creases. "The Kane Company."

"Indeed." I lean back in my chair. "They’ve become more daring, of late."

"Are they responsible for—" He nods toward the bandage on my forehead.

"No, that was me."

I jerk my head around in the direction of my wife’s voice. She stands by the now open door, Antonio, hovering behind her.

"Sorry, Boss," he raises his hands, "she wouldn’t take no for an answer, and—"

"You did the right thing," I wave my hand and he steps back.

Beauty walks over to me. She’s wearing one of the dresses she’d chosen from the boutique in Palermo, where I had taken her. Where I had pushed her up against the wall of the changing room and ripped the dress she’d been wearing and thrust my fingers inside her sopping wet cunt, and she had come. She had moaned loud enough for everyone in that boutique to hear her. The blood drains to my groin and my balls tighten. I move around in my chair, trying to ease the strain on my pants. That’s when I notice that the gaze of every single man in the room is on her.Che palle.I rise to my feet, "This meeting is over."

Nikolai glances between my wife and me. "Indeed." His lips curve, "Aren’t you going to introduce us to the beautifulsignorina?"

"Signora," I clarify as Beauty pauses next to me. "This," I wrap my arm around her and pull her stiff body against mine, "is my wife."

"Ah!" Nikolai finally gets up from his seat,"Ocharovannyy, printsessa,"He half bows.

Why is it that every man who comes across her seems to be enchanted by her? Can’t the fuckers see that she belongs to me?

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