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“Did you really think thatMarco wasn’t going to tell me that you were getting married today?” he asked, and I inwardly cursed. It hadn’t occurred to me to tell my father to keep his mouth shut until I sought fit to announce my marriage to Kasen.
“My marriage is none of your business, Elio,” I reminded him. “I’m here to discuss whatever this emergency is.”
Ignoring me, he asked, “How could you not tell me that you were getting married?”
“Because I don’t answer to you, little brother,” I reminded him. “Be careful, Elio.”
“Is it true?” he asked, using his leverage as my brother to keep pushing. “Did you really marry Kasen Milano?”
Fuck, how much did Marco tell him?
“What difference does it make?” I snapped. “This doesn’t concernyou, Elio.”
“It makes a difference because you’re my brother,” he snapped back. “I care, alright?”
He was lying. Elio was too spoiled to care about anything that didn’t include money, murder, or pussy. Ifhe was upset, it was because he’d been left out of the loop and that’s it. At the end of the day, I could marry the Tooth Fairy and Elio wouldn’t care. This was just Elio being his usual spoiled self.
Straightening, I said, “We can discuss tonight later. Tell me what the fuck was such an emergency that youcalled me out here.”
“Follow me,” he instructed, and I just let out a heavy sigh as Aurelio and I followed Elio to the second-floor landing. The other two VIP rooms weren’t occupied, but that didn’t mean anything. The rooms were attached to one another by dual connecting doors, making it possible to host one huge party throughout all three rooms.
As soon as we entered the room and Aurelio shut the door behind us, there were shouts of congratulations, along with fucking confetti being thrown everywhere.
I was fucking livid.
“What in the fuck is this?”
Elio grinned. “It’s your bachelor party, big brother,” he said, throwing his arms out to his sides, my eyes taking in theentire room. Had I been paying closer attention, then I would have noticed all the extras from downstairs.
“Are you fucking serious?”I hissed, infuriated that Elio would pull a stunt like this. Especially, since he was only entertaining this shit as payback for not being told about tonight.
“Awe, c’mon, man,” he drawled out like a fucking child. “You didn’t honestly think that I’d let my only brother tie the knot without a bachelor party, did you?”
“Seeing as how I’m already married, your timing is a bit off, don’t you think?” I bit out.
Elio just laughed. “Like that ring on your finger matters.”
That was the thing about theMafia lifestyle; cheating was acceptable. In fact, the only Commandment that seemed to be honored was not having any God before The Lord. All the other nine Commandments were broken on a daily basis, infidelity being the least of what tarnished our souls. However, like most Catholics, as long as we confessed our sins on Sunday, then we could go on continuing to be the horrible people that we really were.
Nevertheless, contrary to how I’d been raised or what I’d seen growingup, I had no plans on being unfaithful to my wife. Unless she refused me for the duration of our marriage-which was for life-there was no way in hell that I was going to cheat on her. While everyone else might think that my marriage was a business arrangement, I knew better. I hadn’t planned and schemed for two years just to cheat on the only woman that I’d ever come close to loving.
I stepped towards my brother, ignoring everyone else in the room. “I’m only going to tell you this once more, Elio, so if Iwere you, I’d listen carefully,” I said, low enough for only him to hear me. “My marriage is none of your business.”
Elio’s brown eyes flared with annoyance. “Everything you do is my business,” he shot back. “If anything happens to you, then all this shitfalls on me, big brother. So, yeah, I need to know if you’re new bride is a good girl or a black fucking widow.”
Before I could wrap my hands around his throat, a body was bouncing off my side, and when I turned, I saw oneof our dancers plastered to my side.
“I ordered her especially for you, Nero,” Elio snickered.
I recognized her as oneof our top showgirls, and there were many good reasons why she was in high demand. Tall, blonde, perfect tits, small waist, wide hips, and long legs, Chastity was the fantasy that every middle-aged man dreamed of when his wife no longer had the time nor the energy to be his own personal porn star.
“Hi, Nero,” she said coyly. “I heard congratulations are in order.”
Doing my best not to take my anger out on anyone that wasn’t my brother, I said, “Chastity, I need you to step back a bit.”
Her blood-red lips formed a pout. “If I do that, then how am I supposed to give you your present?”
“Chastity-”
