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Flying back, Elio hit the back of the couch, his hand already cupping the side of his face, blood coating his palm, and he was lucky that I was leaving it at only one punch to his fucking face. If he weren’t my only brother, he’d be dead right now. Hell, if Marco wasn’t still in the picture, Elio would be dead right now. Now, while I loved my brother, there was still no way in hell that I was going to let him jeopardize everything that I’d worked for, and I had workedveryfucking hard for Kasen Milano.
Grabbing Elio by his neck, I pinned him against the couch, his eyes wide with hate, fear, and confusion. While that would touch most people, especially since he was my baby brother, it did nothing to erase the look on my wife’s face when she walked in to see another woman grabbing my dick.
“If you ever disrespect my wife or pull a stunt like this again, I will end you, Elio,” I swore viciously down at him. “If you think that you’re safe from my wrath because you’re my brother, you are wrong.” His eyes lost that fear and confusion, and now all that looked back at me was hate.
“It was just a joke,” he spat.
“At my wife’s expense,” I pointed out. “Something that willnevergo unpunished.”
When I let go of his neck, Elio straightened, a sneer on his face. “All this for a woman that you were forced to marry?” His brown gaze raked me up and down. “Since when do you care so much?”
“Since the woman that I married is no longerFiaMilano,” I spat at him. “You’re also mistaken in assuming that I was forced to marry Kasen. It was the other way around, Elio, So the next time that you want to test me, make sure that you have your facts straight.”
Elio lifted his chin. “I wonder what Marco will think about this?”
“What makes you think that I give a fuck what Marco thinks about what happened here?” I challenged. “Regardless, you and I both know that he doesn’t run this family alone anymore.” I leveled my brother with a singular expression. “Keep letting your immature bullshit drive your life, and you’re going to find yourself in some serious trouble one day, Elio.”
“All this for a woman?” he scoffed,spitting blood on the floor, still not taking any accountability.
“My wife,”I stressed. “She’s mywife, you sonofabitch. I advise you not to ever lose sight of that fact again, little brother. That woman has more power over the family than you think.”
His eyes widened in shock.“What?”
“She is my wife without a fucking prenup, Elio,” I pointed out. “And not only does she have access and is entitled to everythingthat I have by law, but she also holds my life in her fucking hands.”
Anger and surprise quickly gave way to confusion. “Whatare you talking about?”
“If I were to ever land on life support for whatever reason, who do you think will be called upon to makethe decision to pull the plug on my life or not?” I informed him, letting that bit of reality sink in. “Legally and religiously, Kasen Sartori is the most important person in my life, you fucking brat. She controls my entire life if anything ever renders me incompetent.” I stepped closer to him. “Not you, not Marco, not Clarissa, not The Family, not anyone that isn’t my fucking wife.”
That bit of news had his shoulders deflating a bit. “Nero-”
“She’s also got a fucking law degree, Elio,” I reminded him. “She’s not some groomed Mafia wife that’s too stupid to care where the money is all coming from. She practicescriminallaw, and if you think that she hasn’t learned a thing or two over the course of her career, then you’re wrong. You’re also forgetting that she was raised by Renzo Milano. While he might not be as powerful as we are, he’s been powerful and cunning enough to keep the Irish, Germans, and Russians in checkwithoutour help.”
As expected, his eyes narrowed. “Everything that I would have known hadyou included me in the decision to marry the woman,” he snapped.
“I don’t answer to you!” I roared, fed the fuckup with my brother’s fragile ego. “You’re not included in most of the decisions that I make about my life and this family because I don’t fucking answer to you, Elio!”
“I’m your brother!” he yelled back, the makings of a real tantrum on the horizon.
“Then start fucking acting like it!” I shook my head, rage still driving me in a way that was dangerous. “You’re thirty-years-old, Elio. You haven’t been a child for over a decade, so start acting like a fucking Sartori, instead of some spoiled little shit.”
“You should have told me,” he insisted, his pride still pricked that I hadn’t shared my marriage plans with him. “Like you said, I’m a Sartori. Ishould have known without having to hear it from Marco after the fact.”
Before I could say anything to that, Silvio was walking into the room, another thing that had me pissed off. Only a few people had keys to the back rooms of the club, so Silvio could only have a key because Elio had given him one to help set me up.
“Mr. Sartori, sir?”
“What, Silvio?”
Helooked pale and nervous. “Mrs. Sartori is…she slipped away from me.”
Dread laced my anger. “Excuse me?”
Silvio’s eyes darted Elio’s way, no doubt praying that my brother could save him. However, all he had to do was notice all the dead bodies in the room to see that Elio wasn’t capable of saving anybody.
“She asked to visit the restrooms, then…slipped out somehow,” he repeated.
I pulled my phone out, thendialed my wife. Like every other faction of her life that I’d invaded, I’d gotten her cellphone number the day that I’d seen her in court. After stalking her for two years, there wasn’t much about Kasen that I didn’t know.
