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What a way to start our impending nuptials.
CHAPTERSIX
BENNY
I lowermy gun from Neomi.
She’s smiling.
Jesus.
I don’t know if I want to fuck her or kill her.
She’s not startled by the blood smeared across her cheek or caked in her hair. You’d think it was punch spilled on her, not a dead man’s blood.
She’s either batshit crazy or in shock.
Gretchen, the woman who was blowing me, scrambles to the corner of the room. She knows who I am and what I do, but tonight is the first time she’s witnessed me take a life.
Discovered the true Benny Marchetti.
I roll my shoulders and wait for my father. Like a vulture, he’s drawn to gunshots and dead bodies, especially those in or around the mansion. The mansion is a neutral area. Chaos rarely follows us here. Checking my watch, I give him a minute, max.
“Really, Benny?” Neomi gestures to Alden’s lifeless body, as if she wasn’t the one who pushed me enough to pull the trigger.
The motherfucker is lucky I awarded him a quick death. I’d have preferred to hear him beg on his knees, but the moment Neomi’s hand brushed his shrimp dick, I couldn’t stop myself. After blowing his head off, I also held back the urge to unload every bullet in my Glock into him. I did it out of respect for my father … and my time. The less blood to clean, the better.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I scream at her.
Before Neomi can answer, the door bursts open. My father charges into the room and blocks the view from the crowd behind him. Since he’s always prepared for violence, he has his gun drawn.
People behind him attempt to peek over his shoulder, around him, and in every direction they can for answers. I’m surprised he didn’t make them wait outside so he could investigate the situation first. Those who see Alden’s dead body gasp. But unless they recognize his clothing—the same black suit as nearly every man here—he’s unidentifiable with his face blown off.
“What the fuck happened?” my father yells, scowling while taking in the scene in front of him.
This looks really fucking bad.
We have a dead Alden—his pants down, shriveled dick on display, and brains blown out. Then two women in the room. One I fuck on the regular, crying. The other, my fiancée, painted with the dead man’s blood.
Severino shoves himself through the crowd and stops at my father’s side. The rigid cord in his thick neck confirms he’s ready for violence. He won’t like what I’m about to say.
“Want to know what happened?” I pace in front of Alden’s body and swing my arm toward his demonic daughter. “I was getting my dick sucked, and she—”
Neomi steps forward and cuts me off, “He was getting his dick sucked by someone who wasn’t me—his fiancé—I’d like to add.”
When Severino withdraws his gun from his blazer, I tighten my grip on mine. I’m surprised my father allowed him to bring a weapon inside the mansion. Firearms are forbidden within these walls unless you rank high in the family. But we’re attempting to build a union with the Cavallaros. It shows a sign of trust.
Showsis the keyword.
Every man of ours is packing.
Snipers are hidden inside and outside the mansion.
Cameras are everywhere, and guards are watching live footage.
My father shakes his head at Severino and blocks him from me. Severino is the don of his family, but for him to threaten me would mean war.
“I didn’t think it was a problem,” I say to deescalate the situation.
