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After what happened to my father on his property, I sent our housekeepers and their families on an extended vacation to the other side of the country. It’s just us here, Krishna’s men, and the dogs.
I don’t know who I can trust within my organization or even if my people had anything to do with Cormac gaining access. It could have been a coincidence the DJ had a relationship with Fitzgerald. With all the shit going on, now something else happening before I can even breathe, I haven’t had a chance to dig to find out.
“Are you happy with yourself?” I demand, looking my sister in the eyes. “Paul is fucking dead.”
“He was a snitch, but I didn’t want the guy to die.” Sienna muses.
“What in the fuck were the two of you thinking? I specifically said, bring your asses back,” I shout with zero control in my tone. I’m pissed off.
“You could have been killed, Sienna. Brooklyn could have been killed, our unborn child, all of you could have gotten killed,” Matteo yells, his voice booming more than mine vibrating through the room.
“You don’t get to take risks with yours or our kid’s life, Sasha,” Ren fumes. “You were driving that vehicle. You should have had more sense than that.”
“We had it under control,” Krishna joins. “We were going to take care of them. Instead, the three of you risked all of your lives and put those not even fucking born yet in danger. Unacceptable.”
“Oh, so it’s like that?” Sienna stands. Her dark eyes going from me to Krishna and then back to me again. “The two ‘bosses’ needed to assert their dominance by slaying the dragons that hurt the damsel in distress.”
Sasha stands, mirroring Sienna’s stance. “Newsflash, assholes, there aren’t any weak bitches here that need protecting from the big bad wolves.” Her eyes roll as she makes a gagging noise by sticking her finger in her mouth in a mock gesture.
It makes me want to break another one of her fingers. She’s lucky she’s pregnant with a Caputo.
“Sienna,” Matteo bites out. “Follow me. We need to have a chat, wife.”
“Fuck that noise. Come find me when you want to apologize for this little tantrum you’ve joined.” Sienna steps around the coffee table, not sparing us another look.
“Same goes for me too, Ren.” Sasha follows, but as she steps in front of Ciera, she looks over her shoulder. “Let’s go, shrimp. You’re with us.”
“What the fuck did you call her?” K asks as the exact words bubble up my throat.
“Clearly, you two dicks are only teaching her how to swallow cock,” Sienna throws at Krishna and me.
“She needs us to show her how to put a man in the doghouse when he’s acting like a little bitch.” Sasha’s eyes narrow on my brother before turning and making a performance of her exit.
“Ciera,” I growl when she jumps to her feet and scurries after them, not meeting my eyes as I watch her the whole time, planning all the ways I’m going to punish and reward her.
My sister was partially right. I did want to kill Ciera’s uncle as well as the police commissioner. There’s no telling what all Owen was involved in or if he harmed Ciera as well. But Sienna was wrong too. I don’t need or want a damsel of any kind. I don’t see Ciera as weak or needing a man to come to her aid at every turn. But that also doesn’t stop the desire to kill a motherfucker on her behalf.
“Well, that didn’t go as planned,” Matteo says when they’re out of sight.
He gives us his back and walks to where a crystal decanter is on display, surrounded by crystal glasses turned upside down.
“That’s because you and Lorenzo don’t have order in your houses,” Krishna spits out from behind me as I head in Matteo’s direction needing a drink myself. “Those two better not corrupt my kitten.”
“Do you not have anything besides vodka in this place?” Matteo says, annoyed.
“If you want something else, go to the fucking store, punchy,” Krishna notes. He isn’t Matteo’s biggest fan, either. Like me, he wouldn’t mind going a few rounds with the boxing champion for all the times he ignored my sister and dated that cum-guzzling whore he had a child with.
My sister’s new husband usually isn’t one to drink that often, but he doesn’t have a fight coming up anytime soon that I know of, so perhaps he wants to celebrate the girls not getting themselves killed tonight, or maybe he has something heavier on his mind.
“Where’s Giovanni?” I ask. “Or are we calling himDadnow?”
“Fuck off.” Matteo pours enough vodka into the glass that some spills over the rim. “You’re his boss. Shouldn’t you know the answer to that?”
I do know where he is. He, Leo, and Thomas left for Boston this morning to make sure Carmine’s former crew knew there was a change in rank. I sent backup in case Giovanni ran into any issues, but something tells me even if he did, the old fuck could handle it himself.
“Fair enough,” I comment as he steps to the side so I can pour myself a drink. “How are you processing the news that Giovanni is your father and Pete is not?”
“Like anyone that found out their mother was in love with two men, got pregnant by one of them, but then chose the safe one to marry. And for the record, Pete is my father, not Giovanni, but it doesn’t fucking matter because I’m not speaking to any of them. They’re all three goddamn liars.”
