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DOMENICO
Kennedy is a loose end; one I can’t allow to continue breathing. Had it been me that killed Calvin Ross, maybe I wouldn’t be itching to put her down, but then again, it’s not like her life is worth sparing. She not only put her daughter’s life in danger for a second time that I’ve witnessed personally, but she also helped Vin capture my sister. That in itself demands retribution. With her track record, Sienna or Brooklyn won’t come out unscathed next time, and that is not a chance I’m willing to take.
Tonight could have gone differently. That motherfucker shouldn’t have gotten to Sienna in the first place. I suspected he might have been the guy that tried to harm my sister, or his intentions were to take her outside of the gym, but I couldn’t find the evidence I needed.
Had I gone with my initial gut instinct, he would have eaten a bullet the night I witnessed his possessive demeanor at the club. Instead, I left Rouge with the mind to get lost in tits at the strip joint my brother frequents, but that isn’t where I ended up. Had it been, I would have likely gotten my fill and still ended Calvin’s piece of shit life rather than fucking my anger out on the man that’s sitting next to me.
Lorenzo isn’t the only one with a taste for the forbidden, though I’d never marry the blood of my enemy. Of course, I’ll never walk down the aisle in the first place, so it’s not like there’s even a chance of that happening.
My brother also isn’t the only one with explaining to be done. My father is at the top of the list. He knew Ren and Sasha were married, yet he failed to inform me. How does he expect me to protect him and my siblings if he keeps me in the dark?
I don’t even know where to start with Giovanni. It’s not that I’m upset Dad is kicking my grandfather to the curb, because I’m not. He’s the last person my father should be taking advice from, but to not tell me about a change this big is something else entirely.
I’m pissed, but at the same time, I’m concerned as to why he would keep this decision from me until it was a done deal. The last I knew, Giovanni was in prison—for life. So, what the fuck did Matteo’s uncle mean when he said he hadn’t been behind bars in quite some time? If all I have to go on is the string of secrets in my family, then I’m guessing my father had something to do with getting him sprung from the pen.
The question is why?
What does he offer the family?
I know my father doesn’t like me getting my hands dirty. He hates it, in fact. He wasn’t going to let me off Levi like I had intended to after the fucker sang like a canary. All it took was bringing an elbow down onto his collarbone. He cried like the bitch he was, but after, he told us that Rico was working with Killian Fitzgerald, the only offspring of Cormac Fitzgerald.
I’m not even surprised, but we still don’t know what information they were trying to obtain—if anything—from us. Fitzgerald, like his father, is into many sordid affairs, ranging from small-time shit to human trafficking. Levi deserved what happened to him, even if I don’t know exactly what he was up to. He passed out before I was able to pull any more information out of him. Then Sienna wanted to fight, so I left Dad to finish the job while I met up with the twins for a little fun—sibling style.
“So, what did the old man do anyway?” I finally ask when I can’t take the silence anymore.
I stopped referring to him as my grandfather long ago. Something about him has always rubbed me the wrong way. It likely has to do with the way he treats my sister. He looks at her like she’s an asset to be used for the greater good rather than the intelligent, respectable woman she is. His idea of a woman’s place is common knowledge, so it’s not like it surprises me when he’s constantly whispering in Dad’s ear that he should be the one in charge of finances.
I’d put a bullet in the old geezer myself before I let that happen. There is no one more qualified than Sienna, and while I’m breathing, that’s exactly the way it’ll stay. My brother and sister are mine to protect, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t somewhat on an equal playing field. I take my role as serious as a man can, but I also recognize what they both bring to the table.
They think I’m some genius when I’m not. Sure, computers make sense to me, and I’m not going to lie, I like snooping in people’s shit without them being aware. My siblings are just as bright, if not more so than me.
I don’t completely hate the idea of my sister marrying Matteo De Salvo. I’ll never admit that to anyone and he’ll still need to earn his place in my family, but watching them and Brooklyn, they fit. It doesn’t hurt that the kid is growing on me, so there is that.
Ren, on the other hand, is as stupid as he is smart. Not only did the motherfucker marry our sister’s nemesis, but he also kept it from us. There is one rule the three of us have: we do not keep shit from each other. I made that one and only rule when they were three, and I was four. We even did a blood oath together to seal that promise. Lorenzo was a pussy about getting cut; my sister, however, was braver than even I was, yet it was my suggestion.
Come tomorrow, Ren will know how badly he fucked up. He’s going to feel every goddamn hit and not be allowed to swing back. Since he loves knives so fucking much, I should stab him with one. That’s how mad I am at my brother.
I can hurt him. Sienna can hurt him. No one else gets to.
Giovanni turns off onto a street in the Upper East Side, where Rafe’s brownstone is located. He prefers to live in the city and has had his own residence since the early 1980s.
When my father doesn’t answer my question after a reasonable stretch of silence, I question him again. “Are you planning on telling me why we’re here?”
“When I’m ready,” Dad answers.
“I’m goddamn tired of you keeping shit from me, Dad. First Ren, then making Giovanni your consigliere without my input, and now whatever the fuck this is.”
He turns in his seat, craning his neck to look at me over his shoulder. “You are here as my second-in-command, Domenico. Tonight, you are not my son. Your job is to take orders and to do as you’re told. Am I clear?”
“Crystal fucking clear, boss.” Krishna snorts from his side of Giovanni’s G Wagon, but doesn’t lift his head from his smartphone. His eyes have been buried in that device since we got in the SUV, and even that is pissing me off. His comment toward Ren earlier still grates on my nerves.
“Are you just going to stand there after hearing this and not do a damn thing?” Krishna said to his father. “How about a bullet in the head? I think that’s at least warranted.”
His words didn’t go over well with me. Hell, when he tongue fucked my sister months ago, that didn’t go over well either, and what followed could be categorized as toxic hate fucking.
Thing is . . . I wouldn’t object to a repeat.
“Good,” Dad says, eyeing me hard. There’s something in his stare that I can’t quite decipher. It’s almost like he wants to tell me but at the same time regrets letting me come along.
