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“Find dirt on him. Nobody is clean.” And not a damn fucking person is going to take my Nicola away from me after I’ve only just found her.
“I’ll call Santi,” Donato mutters, walking out of the room with the phone to his ear. Santi is in the American military with a special operations unit. If anyone can find dirt on this man, I’m sure it’s him.
“You really believe Papa kept her around for one of us?” Maso’s question makes me rethink my accusation.
“Honestly”— I stare at my hands. Hands that only a couple of hours ago were roaming across Nicola’s young, supple body, bringing her pleasure and making demands I may not have the right to—“With Papa, I never know. He’s been here, alone, for ten years. If I thought it were even remotely possible, I’d believe he kept her for himself, but that’s not the relationship they have. And Mamma wouldn’t put up with it. She’d filet the man.”
“Yeah, that’s the same feeling I’ve gotten,” my brother agrees.
Blowing out a deep breath, I feel a tug in my chest cavity just thinking about what could have happened to Nicola if not for my father. “I honestly believe he wanted to rescue her. Get her away from what could have been a disastrous life.”
“What happened to her parents?”
I hear Capo’s nails on the floor coming closer and don’t answer, knowing Nicola will be shortly behind him.
It takes a minute for her to appear, but when she does, I’m shocked to see her in one of my shirts and with tears in her eyes.
“What’s this?” I motion to her face.
Nicola shrugs before stepping further into the room, moving nearer to me as the dog drinks from his bowl on the floor by the fridge. Her skittish eyes dart back and forth between Maso and me, a question lurking.
“My oldest brother, Maso,” I explain.
“I know,” she replies but doesn’t explain how.
I can almost see the wheels turning in my oldest brother’s head. “How’d he keep you secret all these years?”
She shrugs again, causing my shirt to slip off her shoulder. Nicola is so petite that the damn material looks like a dress on her. And one that doesn’t fit at all.
“You never came home, and he didn’t want you all thinking I was taking advantage of him.” Her words so matter of fact, without the added viciousness I would expect, and it stings.
“And were you? Taking advantage? He was lonely. His wife was in America by herself for seven years. Surely, he paid too much attention to you.” I regret the words as soon as I say them because a storm brews in her gaze, and her fist fucking flies. Right into my face, knocking me off the stool I’ve been sitting at.
Lying on my back on the floor, Nicola stands over top of me, a mixture of rage and betrayal in her stunning gunmetal grey eyes as she seethes down at me. “You saw what I did to Gina, and why. What on earth makes you believe you’d get a free pass? Because I called you daddy and let you in my pussy? I’m not some weak-ass bitch who needs someone to care for her, Domino. I don’t need you or anyone else in this house.”
Maso’s hands raise when she turns her deadly glare loose on him and walks out of the room. “I didn’t mean it like that for fuck sakes,” I say.
“You shouldn’t have said shit to her, man.” Maso laughs at me as I peel myself off the floor. “Did it hurt? It looked like it hurt.”
“Yeah, it fucking hurt. Remind me not to piss her off again.” I can already feel the bruise forming on my cheek. I’m lucky she didn’t hit my eye, or I’m sure it’d be black and swollen. “I can see why Gina’s nose was broken twice now.”
As I go to the fridge and grab a bag of frozen peas, Donato walks back in, pocketing his phone. As he’s about to say something, he looks to Maso and asks instead, “What happened to him?”
And, of course, my brother is so fucking helpful. “His girl cold-cocked him and knocked his ass to the floor.” They both laugh now. If the situation were reversed, I’d probably do the same.
“We got a problem, man.” The seriousness in Donato’s tone has us both shutting up and listening to the disaster we’re about to face.
Chapter 5
Nicola
My temper is a problem.
A big, giant, huge problem. And the fact Domino didn’t come back to bed after I flattened him, I think it’s worse than I ever thought. I didn’t mean to hit him, and after I cooled off, I understood he didn’t mean what he said the way he said it. He was protecting his father as any son should.
But I’ve never had that type of relationship in my entire life. I barely remember my biological parents. Not their love, their faces, nor our family. The memories are so old, they’re forgotten. And my adoptive parents had felt caring towards me, but ever since I was put up for auction, I just feel fooled. Who sells their children or the child they promised to cherish? It simply doesn’t make sense to me. And when things get confusing or they feel insulting, I get defensive. And violent.
I dread going downstairs because I have no idea how Domino is going to be towards me. Or his brothers, especially after the scene I stirred.
