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“Is she worth it?”
“Yes.” A simple word that will never be anything else. Of course, she’s worth it. She is everything and I will only become the man my grandfather wants me to be with her by my side.
“You must check emotion, Alessandro.”
He shakes his head as if disappointed. “She is your weakness; she may destroy you.”
I don’t even dignify that with a response and just glare at him with unconcealed rage, causing him to smirk.
“A mafia wife has no place in her husband’s heart. She is there as a wife with a job to do.”
“Are you saying you never loved Nonna?” I throw it out there because I know how much he adores his wife, and he grins.
“I love my wife; I always have, but I have never given her my heart.”
He shrugs. “Possibly because I don’t have one. Wouldn’t you agree, my savage soldier?”
“Then the rumors are true.”
He laughs out loud. “They are fact, not rumor. I love Nonna, but it’s a different kind of love. I make my own decisions based on what is good for the family. I treat her like a queen, but she knows her place. She plays no part in my business and never has. My enemies understand that I make no decisions based on her welfare, which is why she has survived this far. That is why I fear for you, Alessandro.”
“I don’t need your fear.”
I shrug and smooth down the creases in my trousers before removing my shades from the breast pocket of my hand tailored Italian suit.
“She makes you weak.”
“I disagree.”
I know what he’s trying to do. He wants me to harden up, be like him, and earn a reputation as an unforgiving unemotional bastard. As I said before, I pity him.
With a deep sigh, he throws back the final dregs of whiskey in his glass and growls, “Then today will either make you the man I know you are deep inside or destroy you with your own weak flaws.”
“Which are?” I yawn to prove his words don’t get to me and he hisses, “Emotional, trusting and invested.”
“Invested?”
He nods. “It’s too personal. You’ve made this business personal, which could be your downfall. One fuck from an eager pussy could crumble years of careful construction. There are other wet pussies, other eager mouths and an endless supply of willing women who would make all your dreams come true. Your weakness is believing in love.”
I close my ears to his harsh words because I don’t feel like murdering my own grandfather today. I need him too much for that, so I shrug and stand, pulling down the cuffs on my jacket and setting my mood to bastard.
“Thank you for your character assassination, Nonno, but today is about ridding the world of a man who could hold the title as the biggest bastard who ever lived. If you want to help me gift you that title, you must dispose of the only real obstacle in your way.”
His keen eyes search my soul as I stand before him and then slowly, as if he hasn’t got a nerve in his whole body, he stands and beckons me closer. As he pulls me in for a hug, he whispers, “You are more like me than you want to believe. You may not want this life, but this life wants you and the sooner you realize she’s a demanding bitch, the better because she will always be the most important woman in your life and she’s a jealous one. Turn your back on her for one second and she will stick a knife in it. Have your fun, Alessandro, but never at the expense of business.”
He kisses me on both cheeks and it’s at times like this I consider him my grandfather, not the most respected Mafia Don in the world right now.
Now it’s time to face the most feared one and with Club Mafia standing alongside my grandfather and the Majerio family, I’m going to get my girl.
CHAPTER3
WINTER
The car speeds away from Massimo’s mansion, and I leave my heart in the nursery. It’s not unusual to accompany Massimo on a dinner date and every time we leave it’s as if my heart is torn in two because I hate being away from my son, even for a second. Even knowing the bastard beside me is far away from him, I am always fearful that something will happen to Frankie the moment my back is turned.
The fact he is so well cared for makes it bearable somehow. I never meet the people responsible for feeding, bathing and playing with him, but they must be doing a good job because he’s a happy baby. Filling out nicely with a healthy glow that settles my heart. I crave every moment I spend with him, always fearful that it’s my last, and that sensation is out in force today because of what Massimo told me.
I know better than to ask questions and wait like a timid mouse beside him, knowing he will take great delight in telling me everything. No subject is off limits with him and his favorite one is to describe in great detail how he murders his enemies. Not just enemies, either. There are also the poor unfortunate young men he orders like takeout, who are delivered to his home courtesy of a well-paid servant. Homeless kids fresh off the bus, runaways and guys drunk in dark alleys, all find a home waiting for them chained to his dungeon wall.
