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ChapterOne
Iwatch my four brothers relax and let loose. It’s the night before Santo’s wedding. The whole monogamous,vowing to one single person for lifething isn’t for me, but it sure as fuck is for Santo.
If love really did exist in this cruel world, it would be what Santo has with his fiancée and soon-to-be wife. They’ve been together since they were teenagers. Shelli has always been around.
Out of my four brothers, Santo is the most empathetic. How he manages to remain positive and uplifting is beyond me. But he does. I assume a lot of it has to do with Shelli. She loves him unconditionally. Honestly, if I could pick a sister-in-law, she’d be it. The two are perfect for each other, right down to the annoying-as-fuck habit they have of finishing each other’s sentences.
“You know, I always thought you’d be the first,” Gabe says. He’s only a few years younger than me, though you wouldn’t think it with the way he acts sometimes.
“Fuck off. What have I ever done to give you the idea I’d want a relationship, let alone full-on marriage?” I grunt at him before swallowing the contents of my glass. It’s no Cinque whiskey, our family-owned business. But it burns on the way down, a feeling I welcome like an old friend.
“Nothing, but I thought for sure the old man would have married you off as part of some deal by now.” Gabe shrugs.
I fucking pity the day my father tries to marry any of us off for a fucking business deal. I’ve seen it done. It’s not unheard of. But I’d kill the old bastard before I’d let any of my brothers or myself enter into a marriage like that. It was how my parents got together. And guess how that ended for my mum? With her body in a casket, six feet under at just thirty-five, months after our youngest brother was born.
After birthing my father five sons—yes, five—my old man killed her. Of course I have no proof of that, which is why he’s still breathing. But I know in my fucking soul that he did it.
My four younger brothers, Santo, Gabrielle, Marcello, and Vincenzo were all upstairs with the nanny that day. I remember walking past my father’s office and hearing the gunshot. And I remember thethudas a body hit the floor.
Later that night, my father sat all five of us down, even Vin, who was only a few months old and couldn’t understand a single thing that was going on. The cold bastard lined us up on the sofa, looked us dead in the eye, and said,“Your mother is dead. Don’t cry for her, never cry for a fucking woman. Ever.”
Then he got up and walked away, letting the nanny deal with the aftermath. Thankfully, Santo and I are the only ones who were old enough to remember that day. I was eight, Santo was seven. Gabe was five, Marcello two, and Vin—well, like I said, he was just a fucking baby.
To this day, I haven’t shed a single fucking tear over a woman and never fucking will. It’s the one lesson the old bastard drilled into me that I can’t let go of.
I look to Santo. “I’d kill the fucker if he even tried that arranged marriage shit,” I say.
“I’d help,” Santo agrees.
“You ever wonder how much better it’s gonna be when you’re boss, Gio?” Gabe asks.
All the fucking time, I think to myself.
The De Bellis organisation. While a lot of the businesses are legit, on the up and up as you would say, most of the money we make comes from our underground dealings. We’re well known in Melbourne. Ask anyone who the De Bellis family is, and if the fuckers are smart, they won’t open their mouths to utter a word.
Those who do have something to say? Well, I’d tell you to go ask them what happens to a rat, but you can’t. It’s hard to reply when you’re nothing more than some bones and dust in a shallow grave.
My father has built a name for himself, ruthless, cruel, unforgiving. He is absolutely all of those things, and that’s how he got to be the Don of the De Bellis Crime family, exactly how he stays on top. At least that’s how he tells it.
Being the eldest son, that title, throne, curse… whatever the fuck you want to call it, it’s getting passed down to me. As soon as the old cunt either dies or retires, but we all know the latter ain’t ever gonna happen. I’ll have to wait until he takes his last breath to run things the way they should be run.
Our organisation has been crumbling over the last few years. My old man is too fucking stubborn to see or acknowledge it. But, brick by brick, the foundation is falling. Fuck, at this rate, there probably won’t be anything left for me to take over.
“What I wonder is how boring Santo’s life is about to get once he has a ring on it.” I laugh.
“Fuck off. Boring and Shelli do not belong in the same sentence. That girl is fucking amazing. I dare any of you assholes to say otherwise.” Santo points a finger at each of us. “You haven’t so much as glanced at the tits and ass that’s on the stage right now. If this expensive wedding bullshit has made you too broke to afford a lap dance, bro, I got you. My shout. Fuck, take one to the back room for a happy ending,” Marcello says, pulling out his wallet and throwing four one-hundred-dollar bills onto the table.
“Put your cash away. Unlike you fuckers, I don’t need to pay for pussy. And why would I wantthis, when I have Shelli waiting for me back at the hotel?” Santo asks.
“Ah, because it’s your last night as a free man. And what the fuck do you mean she’s waiting for you at the hotel? It’s bad luck to see the bride the night before the wedding, bro,” Vin reminds him.
“She sent me a text and said she had something important to talk about. Told her I’d stop by her room when we got back.” Santo shrugs.
A waitress approaches the table with a new bottle of whiskey before refilling each of our glasses. “Sweetheart, my brother here is getting hitched tomorrow. Help me convince him he should have one last hurrah,” Marcello says to the girl, who’s only slightly more dressed than the chicks on stage.
“Married, huh? Well, if I knew that, I would have brought out the good stuff. But he’s right. You definitely need to have a little fun before you tie the knot.” She moves over to Santo. Leaning forward, she presses her bare tits into his face as she whispers something in his ear.
Santos shakes his head, keeping his hands firmly planted on the table as he squirms away from the woman. She’s fucking hot. Long legs, long dark hair, even darker eyes, and full, natural breasts. Sometimes I think Shelli broke my brother’s dick when she took his virginity all those years ago.
