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“And I was good at it, wasn’t I?”
“You were. Almost too good for a child to be. What’re all the questions about?”
“I’m just curious, is all.”
“Well, satisfy your curiosity another time. Go and meet your brother upstairs,” he tells me. I nod and turn on my heel, walking up the grand staircase. Then I head down the hall to the spare room where we’re to be fitted. When I step in, I see Romano standing in a tuxedo that fits him perfectly.
“You like it, little brother?”
“Don’t call me that. And no, I don’t.”
“Why not? You’re my little brother,” he only succeeds in pissing me off.
“You want to fight today of all days, Romano? Be my guest and say it once more.”
“What’s with you today? Not enough blood on your hands?” I step up next to him, looking into the mirror at him.
“One day, your blood will be on my hands,fratello.”
“What the hell does that mean?” I take a step back and let the tailor get back to what he was doing, but Romano doesn’t let it go. He steps toward me, grabbing the front of my jacket and pulling me closer to his face. “What does that mean, Luka?” he growls into my face.
“Just as I said.”
“You make no sense.”
“Don’t I? We all die one day, Romano, and your death will be by my hand.”
“You’re sick. Do you know that?”
“Call off the wedding,” I tell him, keeping my head high.
“I will do no such thing. Why would I?”
“You don’t love her. That’s one reason,” I tell him.
“I don’t need to love her to fuck her. Father wants grandchildren, and I will give them to him,” he replies, releasing the hold on me.
“Call. It. Off.”
“Are you still stuck on the idea of you and her? I thought that ended a long time ago,” he says, pissing me off a little further.
“It was over a long time ago, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you ruin her life,” I tell him.
“Are you serious? Luka, come on. It was between you and me. Who did you think father would choose? You’ve broken that girl so many times she would have never agreed to marry you.”
“And she agreed to marry you? Is that it?”
“Not entirely, no. She doesn’t want to marry either of us, but that’s not the way of our world, is it,fratello?” Romano calling me brother sends a chill down my spine.
“You can call it off, Romano. And if you’re a smart man, you would.”
“What if, per se, I’m not a smart man, Luka? What then?” I step back into his space, anger, fury, and rage emanating from me in waves. I know he can feel it too. He can see the rage in my eyes.
“Then you’ll be signing your death warrant.”
“Does father know of these threats against me?”
“What can he do,fratello?”
