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“I need a cig,” I shook my head taking my glass with me.
Matteo followed, and we went out onto the porch. Carmine’s house was pretty secluded and how he knew so many people able to show up to these things when he was hardly ever in the country eluded me. Wind came by ruffling my hair as I lit up a cigarette; white smoke curled into the air and the menthol lit my taste buds up.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
“I haven’t had a cigarette in …” I paused feeling surprised. “It’s been a few days. Nora was making comments about it being nasty little habit.”
Matteo made himself comfortable with his beer leaning against the white railings of the very large house. He drank some of his beer and shook his head.
“You know…I’m thinking about transferring.”
My head whipped up. “What?”
He gave a slight smile and nodded. “Yeah. You know D.C. is looking really interesting.”
“Matteo, the east coast…”
He waved his hand at me and pulled on his beer some more. “You guys don’t need me here anymore.”
“The fuck we don’t,” I replied to my older brother.
“Anyway, back to Nora. You and that thing inside of you…love her?”
My heart clenched in my chest. Was this what I was trying to stop myself from feeling.Love?I wasn’t sure if I actually knew what it was.
“Not sure if I know what that is,” I told Matteo. “Not exactly like we had the healthiest example of it.”
Matteo took me in. “One day, you’re gonna forgive yourself, Mason. Mom…”
“Easy for you to say,” I shrugged, noting the cigarette wasn’t doing the trick that it usually did. Calmness seemed to escap me. Talking about Nora, and the mention of our mother had me ready to climb walls.
“And why is that?”
Finishing off the cigarette, I flicked it off into Carmine’s yard. He was going to cuss me out later and I didn’t care.
Taking a breath, I answered Matteo who was staring intently at me. “Mom didn’t fucking kill herself on your birthday. Now did she?”
He was about to answer when car lights appeared in the already full driveway. Matteo and I both started to squint looking to see who it was. Men in dark suits got out and exited the town car.
Guards,I thought immediately going on alert.
The Corsican could have gave zero fucks, he didn’t stir. These weren’t just any guards. They were Augustus Zacchara’s men who had strangely been absent the night of the party. He’d strolled in so sure that he wouldn’t be touched. My father had the arrogance of a made man for sure.
That fucking mobster mentality had gotten many killed. He was the last of the original gangsters, a dying breed in the mafia.
The guards stopped short of the porch. Matteo and I made eye contact, I had no guns on my person. They parted and Gisella was revealed, dressed in a white body dress and a white fur jacket.
She was a fucking mob queen but I had no idea what she was doing here.
Coming up the steps, she smiled her lips painted a cherry red. Her hand was on her stomach.
“What the fuck are you doing here Gisella?” I was ready to fly off the porch.
“Are you not happy to see me baby?”
I scoffed and Matteo was looking between us. Finally, Gisella held up her hand as if she was offering peace.
“I’ve come with strict instructions from you father,” she said.
