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My fist is effective.
Luca practically throws himself into the car. “Drive.” He barks.
Something happened in that meeting. And it has nothing to do with the Port. I don’t know how I know that. I just do. It’s a gut feeling. And I always trust my gut.
The gates open for us without needing to stop. “Want to tell me about it?” I ask.
He huffs out a breath and drags a hand through his hair. It’s cut similar to mine. Longer on top, short on the sides. Where his is straight, mine has a curl to it and several shades darker. I drag my eyes off the road and look at him. He’s smiling. Like full on, crazy man smiling. My eyebrows raise. His facial expression making no sense after how he practically ran from the house.
“I’m getting married.” He finally states. My breathing stops.
“What?” I slam my foot on the brake. The seatbelts catching us and slamming us back.
He turns to face me. The same goofy ass smile still on his face. “I’m going to be Don!” He exclaims proudly.
What!
My expression must give away my confusion. Thank god, because I can’t get the words to form on my tongue to ask what the hell he is talking about.
“Bosco asked me to marry Milan and I accepted.” Milan is Don Bosco’s only child.
Now I have the words, “she’s eight.” Has he lost his damn mind?
Luca laughs and grabs my shoulder. “It’s an arranged marriage. We won’t be dating, we aren’t expected to fall in love, and we won’t marry until she turns eighteen. Besides, it will be worth it.” His words are vague and I want to punch him. He knows what he’s doing to me. He’s riling me up. Fucker. “Milan is the Don’s only daughter.” He states matter-of-factly.
“I’m aware.” The last of my patience is slipping away.
“He has no male heir.”
Oh fuck! I know where this is going. Now I’m smiling too.
“I’m going to be Don.” His grin gets even bigger.
I can’t help but to repeat the sentiment. “You’re going to be Don.”
“And you my friend, are going to be my second.” My jaw drops. Literally drops. Holy shit. “What do you say Massimo? You ready for all our dreams to come true?”
“Fuck yes!” Underboss. Luca is making me Underboss. The position was supposed to be his. Spots in the inner circle follow the bloodline unless there are extenuating circumstances. This is one. Bosco has no male heir. It’s archaic but the mafia doesn’t allow women to lead. Meaning Milan’s husband will take up the mantle, as long as the Council approves the union. Which sounds like they already did, otherwise Luca wouldn’t have had a contract to sign. “We need to fucking celebrate!” I shout as I throw my car back into gear.
Luca laughs. “Easy brother. We have a job to do first.” Right. Shit. Work comes first. “Tonight we can party.”
“You sure you’re fiancé won’t mind?” I joke. I’ve got ten year to give him shit, and I’m greatly looking forward to it.
“Fuck you!” He grits as he punches me in the arm. It hurts a bit. He’s got a hell of a swing. Regardless, I deserved it. “I’ve got ten years to get my fill of pussy before I get hitched.”
“You going to take your vows seriously?” I already know the answer, though I ask the question anyway. Luca is loyal as fuck. We both are. Not an ounce of deception in us. Luca would put a bullet in his mother’s head before he broke a vow, and that’s saying something. Luca worships Greta. Like I said, angel. Luca will honor his vows to Milan just as he honors his vows to the family. With every ounce of his being.
“Without question.” His answer is just as I knew it would be.
“What if you fall in love?” It’s a serious question. Our futures depend on him not fucking this up. Unlike me, Luca is open to the idea of marriage and a family. And ten years is a long time to play the field and avoid catching feelings.
He’s quiet for a long moment. I know he’s taking a moment to consider it. “I won’t let anyone close.”
“You sure about that? Ten years is a long time to be alone.”
“Says the fucker who’s never had a girlfriend.” He laughs but it’s not with humor. He knows I avoid relationships. I’m not against finding someone. At least I don’t think I am. I’m just extremely picky. I need them to be loyal and trustworthy. If I doubt their intentions for even a moment I won’t give them a chance. Luca takes a deep, audible breathe, and releases it slowly. “Being Don is what I always dreamed of and never thought I’d get. My father got lucky becoming Underboss and putting me in the position for this to happen. I won’t screw this up.”
“I’ve got your back brother.” It goes without saying but I say it anyway.
