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“I miss her so damn much.” Drake took a swig of his beer and placed the bottle on the table with a sigh.
Words fell hollow on his ears because they failed to convey the truth. He rubbed his eyes with his thumbs.
“I know you do. It won’t be much longer.” Noah comforted him.
“So much can go wrong. Just promise that if anything happens to me—”
“Don’t focus on that right now,” Jerry said.
“I’ve done so much wrong by her. I don’t deserve her. There’s nothing that could ever make this right.”
Alessandra had confided in Noah more than Drake realized, and a flicker of jealousy ignited again.
“Survive this.”
“I will, for her,” Drake vowed.
* * *
Drake stood in the groom’s suite of the side chapel.
“This feels excessive,” he lamented.
Enzo’s eyes flashed in annoyance. “It’s a fucking wedding.”
“Not one that I want.”
“If I remember correctly, your first one suited you well. This marriage will raise your status, Drago. Don’t lose sight of your future. Now that you’ve failed to become a U.S. attorney, there’s nothing more in the civilian world for you.
“As my heir, the Prazza name will bring you strength and glory. You barely cut your milk teeth in Italy. But I feel the power within you. Once you become the head of the family in Chicago, I will return to Italy. Together, we will build a global empire.”
“I don’t want to be your heir. I don’t want to marry an Irish bride. I love Alessandra.”
“Don’t be so narrow-minded, Drago. Once the Russo family crumbles, if you choose to make Alessandra your Goomah, the Irish won’t stop you.”
“Like you did with my mother?” Drake asked.
“Your mother was special. I wanted to marry her, but my ties to the Bratva forbade it.”
“Would you have given up the life for Juliana if she asked you?”
“That’s a moot point. You shouldn’t dwell on hypotheticals. Love was never the point. Juliana served her purpose and birthed an heir, something my own wife wasn’t capable of.
“I was a regular at the restaurant she worked at. She was young, beautiful, and naïve. It only took a few generous gifts before she spread her legs in the back of a car. I fucked her until she became pregnant.
“I do miss her tight, warm pussy. She was one of the best lays I ever had. Whenever a virgin was brought before me, I made sure she was mine for the taking before letting the men have her.”
“I hope you die, you fucking piece of shit,” Drake spat.
Enzo flew into a rage and grabbed Drake by the throat, slamming his back into the wall. “After all this time, you still haven’t learned your place. You’re a fucking disappointment, Drago. I could’ve made you great.
“After the wedding, I will grab the Russo whore, tie her to a post, and force you to watch as every man in my command fucks her. When she thinks they’re done and cries in relief, I will brand her with my initials so she knows whom she belongs to.”
Drake punched Enzo in the jaw, and the men grappled.
“Don’t you talk about my wife that way. If you so much as look at her the wrong way again, I’ll poke your eyes out. If you touch her, I will kill you with pride.
“When Satan himself bends you over and fucks you in the ass with a flaming spear of anguish and lets all his demons take turns, it still won’t be what you deserve.”
