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Chapter Two
Luca
I have no doubt, as I see her from across the room, that she is going to be my future wife. Well, at least that is my hope.
I see Pavel, invited her here for some reason, maybe because my family is helping to fund this, and he is showing her around. But instead of showing her actuallyaroundthe place or introducing her to important people, he seems to be pointing out the eligible bachelors in the Clans.
I know a little bit about this man because he is close to my parents. He is a Catholic priest, and my parents are devout Catholics as were theirs before them and so on and so forth. Technically, my brother and I are baptized, devout Catholics as well, though if someone were to see me at my worst, they would have some big fucking doubts about that, but few really know what goes on behind closed doors.
Pavel has been obsessed with becoming part of the Clans, for the sake of his daughter, for years now. He was the priest that originally married Mariana's parents, and the old man is determined that his daughter is going to marry one of us. Or rather, one of the men in line to be a Clan leader. Technically, I'm not one of those men.
Yet.
My brother, Isaac, and I are twins. Apparently, regardless of who comes first in the lineup, twins have a unique situation where the parents can decide which son is actually the heir to the Clan. So, my father, Florin Ungur, decided that as we grew up, Isaac was the one who is more levelheaded and has the sense of duty to do this job.
The thing is, what I know about the Clans is that they are ruthless. They are powerful. They don’t take any shit.
Isaac smiles and takes all kinds of shit. Let's be honest, I am no upstanding fucking citizen, and I'm okay with that. I can live with that openly without any problem. But for some reason, the guy with a nice face and the smile seems to be the one everybody wants to rule instead of the one who has no qualms putting a bullet through everybody's fucking head who gets in the way.
Isn't that the whole point of being in a mafia family? To kill or be killed? Killing to gain more power?
Nobody sees it yet, but I would be the better leader, and I intend to prove it. And somehow, Elena is going to help me do that.
I've not seen her many times in my life. Pavel has kept her under lock and key, and for good reason, it seems. Her body is like something out of a magazine. Not one of those magazines that's full of Photoshopped, fake bimbos, but the real deal. The old-time pinup girls. She has curves and legs for days, but she doesn't keep some kind of fake fucking smile on her face. In all black, she looks like she could be deadly if she wanted to. Her lips are huge and luscious, and I wonder what they would feel like all over my body. And her hair, well, let's just say there's an awful lot of it to grab onto if I want.
The only thing she doesn't have going for her is that she's not a certain someone, but that doesn’t really matter, considering that someone is a woman I will never have. Something she's made clear since childhood. So, Elena is my second choice. She is as close as I will ever get, and just maybe, maybe it will work out this time.
Maybe then I won’t have to do to her what I’ve done to several women before her.
It is soon made perfectly clear which one of us Pavel is gunning for. I look at his face as he talks with Isaac; it is like one of the proud father, like they are already best buddies, family forever. It makes me sick for so many reasons.
I give Elena one last look, seeing that she is just as bored and annoyed as I am with all this, and with a bit of a quiet scoff, I walk away.
For now.
I go get another flute of champagne and watch from afar to see what might go down. I’m a little shocked when Elena straight up walks away. She looks none too happy, and it makes my curiosity get the better of me. So, I rejoin the conversation and come in on one I did not expect to be happening at a party like this.
We're supposed to be celebrating the union of Phillipe Sala and his new wife, Carla, considering the lack of a celebration last time since their wedding got bombed.
Something that I found both entertaining and intriguing, looking into who did it. Carla, Phillipe, and their families have been tightlipped about the whole thing, only truly talking about the details of it with Mariana and Ion himself. But, my sources tell me that this was a direct hit on all the Clan members in attendance; an attack by someone who used to be a member. And no one has been caught or reprimanded yet.
So, enemy number one is still lurking around out there, and I wonder if they're going to show their ugly mug here or not. At least it would lighten up the party.
"I know this may seem very forward, son, but you and your family have always been upstanding members of society, along with my daughter getting older, I think it's time we finally have the conversation. I'm not invited to many Clan functions, and I'm so glad to be sure to get to talk to you, may I be so bold?"
Isaac gives his award-winning smile, the kind that’s so white it makes your eyes hurt if you look directly at it. It's also fake as hell. "Father Pavel, you know you can always be open with me the way that we have been open with you all these years."
"That is good to hear, son, because I come here in hopes that I could start a contract with you before somebody else does. I know as the recently named Clan leader your hand in marriage is in high demand. But I was hoping being a man of faith and me being a friend of the family that I could trust you to protect and care for my dear Elena. She has grown beautiful, perhaps a little stubborn, but would make a great wife and partner for you. What do you say to a contract? I am sure we could get one of the Clans lawyers to draw it up today if you're interested?"
This is ridiculous. He's got to be fucking kidding me. Even the priest should clearly be able to see that Isaac is not the one to marry Elena for so many reasons. The first being he is way too boring for a woman that looks like that, but also because he has nothing to give a woman at all. Nor would he want to give anything to a woman, if you know what I mean.
Isaac doesn’t even want anything he has right now. Not that any of the Clan members do, but they take it up the ass anyway. But the sick thing here is that I actually want it. He knows that I want it. I have a claim, considering I’m his twin. He could just hand it all over to me, give up and go live a normal life and do whatever he wants in his bedroom without all the rules looming over him. Instead, he pretends not to want this and yet still sticks to all the rules. It makes no fucking sense.
"I do not want to upstage the festivities here right now, but if we give it about an hour or so, I would be happy to come to an agreement with you. I think that it is a great offer, and a daughter of the church is someone exactly like I would see myself marrying. I find it flattering that you even considered me, Father Pavel."
Pavel reaches out and clasps one of Isaac's hands between his, a broad grin on his face and constantly muttering thanks before walking away to the rest of the party.
The moment Pavel is out of the way, I get right up into my brother’s face, and I don't fucking care who sees.
