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Knowing he is going to be disappointed, I break eye contact with him before responding, “Nothing.”
The look on his face confirms his disappointment, and he does not like to be let down.
“It was definitely him. He was the mole,” I continue before he has the opportunity to speak, “but he would not talk. Whoever he was talking to had him scared absolutely shitless.”
“More afraid than he was of us? Of you?”
“Yes,” nodding along with my response, “he was more afraid of what they would do to his family than anything I had done or was willing to do to him.”
“Some day son, when you are in charge, you are going to have to make a call that ends the life of a woman or a child.”
“You might be right, but today is not that day.”
“If you want to retain power in this world, people cannot know you have a weakness. They will exploit it every chance they get.”
“I know, Papa.”
And I do. I know he is right.
“I sent Marco to go take care of them,” he nonchalantly replies to me.
He stands, walking around the desk to place a hand on my shoulder. It is not a consoling touch. Instead it is a firm squeeze, reminding me who is in charge of this family.
“Next time I expect you to handle things accordingly. People will not disrespect this family, and you will not give them a reason to think we are soft or that they can disrespect us,” releasing his grip he walks towards the door, “I am heading to bed. Keep an eye on your sister.”
“Yes, Papa.”
His disappointment looms over me even after he has left the room.
We will never agree that my unwillingness to kill the innocent is a weakness, and that is something I will never understand about him. I lost my mother, his wife, solely because someone took her to hurt the family. And it did just that. My father nearly took down the entire city trying to get his revenge. It also nearly ended our family. V, Carlo and I were all sent to live with family in Italy for several years after her death while he waged a war of pure vengeance.
I will play by his rules while he is still the one in charge, but I refuse to lose this last little piece of who I am. He spent his life grooming me to be the man I am. The man he needed me to be to take over for him – a brutal man that has no remorse for torturing and killing our enemies.
Fuck remorse, I enjoy it. Seeing how far you can push the human body is fucking exhilarating. When done right, it’s the biggest fucking turn on there is.
Leaving my father’s office, I pull the door shut before heading into the living room. After all, I promised Papa that I would keep an eye on his princess. I probably should shower and change first, but I feel that the blood splattering my clothes and staining my hands will have more impact on this guy that my father is concerned about.
Entering the living room, I see V sitting on the lap of the guy my father mentioned. To describe him simply, he looks like he would be the captain of the lacrosse team. His one hand is around her waist and the other is a lot higher on the inside of her thigh than it should be. His face is against her neck as he boldly whispers things he probably shouldn’t be thinking into her ear.
Crossing the room, I walk to the bar to pour myself a bourbon. With my drink in hand, I turn towards V and lean against the bar. Slowly sipping the warm liquor, I glare at Lacrosse, his hand slowly inching closer to a place that will cause him to lose it. It is not until I clear my throat that I garner his attention.
His eyes go wide when he sees me, quickly taking in my appearance. The hand once high on my sister’s thigh now quickly resting well below her knee.
“Rough day at work,” V jokes as she slides off of his lap to give me a hug, “you could have at least cleaned up first.”
“I wanted to come and meet your friend,” I say nodding my head towards Lacrosse.
She gestures to him to join us over at the bar, “This is Chad.”
Of course it fucking is.
Nervously he walks towards us. I am certain that my current appearance coupled with the fact that I tower over his large athletic frame makes me intimidating to him.
Good. I want him to be afraid of what will happen if he touches her, without having to say a word.
Before I can say anything, the petite brunette previously sitting on the couch is pressing herself past V to get close to me.
“And I’m Jessica,” she says placing one hand on my chest and the other out to shake my hand.
