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Silvio slammed the door behind me as we walked into the library. He was so angry he was short of breath, anger squeezing his lungs. “What the fuck happened?” Silvio brushed a hand through his slick hair.
“Rudy...” I shook my head. “Motherfucker went to the goddamn feds.”
“Did you even have proof?” Silvio paced the floor.
“I didn’t need it. He confessed to all of us.” I sat in the overstuffed leather chair.
“What exactly did he confess to?”
“Talking to the feds about sex trafficking from the—”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Silvio groaned and dropped his shoulders. “And you decided it was a good idea to confront him in the goddamn club that’s being investigated?”
“I had no—”
“Andthatis why a family like this could never be run by someone like you,” Silvio hissed, jutting his finger at me.
“Oh, fuck off, Silvio.” Heat rose to my face, filling my cheeks as anger bloomed in my chest and quickened my heart rate. “While you were stroking your ego in the Cayman fucking Islands, I had to handle business.”
“And you handled business with that goddamn Silvani broad at your side?” Silvio slammed his fist on the table, and the glasses trembled from the force.
“You really wanna go there?” I stood and squared off to him. “I wouldn’t have had to bring her along had you not sent your brother in after her! You take someone in on your word and you let her—” I couldn’t even complete my sentence as anger ripped through my chest.
“Eh, she’s a Silvani, son. She can handle a little roughin’ up.” A grotesque grin crept across Silvio’s face.
“That’s not the point! She's under my protection, so she’s my responsibility.”
“Yeah, I feel like that should probably change. She’s making you lose your senses.”
His words made my hand drop to my gun. Sweat slicked my fingers as they wrapped around the wooden grip.
“I bet she let you fuck her, didn’t she?” Silvio's condescending words taunted me. “Tell me, son, how did she taste? Was it everything I imagined it would be?” He let out a groan as if he was fucking her in his mind.
“That ain’t gonna happen.” The threat rang clear in my unwavering voice. The thought of Silvio getting his hands on Gia made my stomach tighten. Even though he’d made me share with him in the past, no one else would touch Gia.No one.I’d make sure of that.
Silvio reached under his jacket and grasped his pistol. The difference between my pops and I was that I would hesitate before killing him. He looked down at my hip, at my hand clutching my gun.
“What are you gonna do, Enzo? Shoot me?” He chuckled. “You’re going to risk this family? Our business? Everything we’ve worked for, all for some broad that gets your dick a little hard? You better start thinking with the right head.”
“I am,” I snarled as I unholstered my pistol and raised it toward Silvio.
His expression was emotionless, as if he were fully prepared to call my bluff.Am I bluffing?I cocked the hammer of the revolver and kept it trained on his thick neck. Silvio drew his pistol, the silver of it reflecting the light above us as he leveled the barrel on me. It was a Mexican standoff, an unwinnable fight.
The door swung open, and we both rerouted the barrels to the doorway. Gia raised her hands, no emotion on her face despite the guns trained on her.
“What are you doing here?” Silvio demanded.
“I could hear the yelling, and I decided to jump in here before someone shot first. If you think the Silvanis haven't pulled guns on each other during heated discussions of family matters, you'd be mistaken.” Gia lowered her hands, propping them on her hip. “Come on, put the guns down.”
I looked at Silvio, back at Gia, and met my pop’s gaze again. We relaxed a bit, staring at each other as we holstered our guns.
“This isn’t over, Enzo,” Silvio said with a harshness in his voice that made a chill crawl up my spine. Those same words spilled from Lorenzo’s mouth.
“It never is,” I said.
ChapterEighteen
Gia
