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"Same." He nodded. "But I guess this isn't about us."
Our eyes carried down to the sleeping form between us. "Are we okay with her loving someone else?"
"We knew she was different and capable of loving us. I guess we never thought about the possibility of her endless love." Tony didn't lie completely flat, hovering next to her. His mind had to process the idea. "But it's also Costas."
"Someone we trust," I agreed.
"Someone who deserves to be loved in the purest form the world could give, and that's this woman." He tapped his fingers along her side that was raised between us. His thoughts consumed him momentarily, and I let him wander the path of his mind. "Is it weird I wouldn't be entirely against it?"
Shrugging, I had to come to terms with something inside of me. "I didn't rage when I saw his look. I hurt for him, understood his pain. My mind didn't think to end the thought of him wanting her, I thought about talking to you."
"So I think we know the answer even though it's a little out of character," he replied.
"But only Costas!" I warned. "I can't share her with anyone else without becoming volatile."
"Same. I think he's the only exception because he's been with us for so long."
"And he saved you," I added with a quiet voice. No words could be created to express my gratitude for what Costas did for Tony. His body paid the price.
"That he did." Tony looked a little distant. "Costas will always be family. Maybe that's why I'm okay with him having the same happiness we've found."
"So only Costas?" I wanted confirmation.
"Only Costas," he agreed. "But only if it gets brought up or we see more between them."
"Yes, that's a good one, but I do feel more comfortable about this now that we've talked about it." I settled into the sheets before flipping off the lamp on my end table. "I love you."
"Always," he whispered back.
sixty-one
Tony
After a long night of over processing everything, I didn't want my day’s tasks to get overcrowded. Dray planned to handle our mundane work. We wanted Costas tracking my father's movements, but he hadn't been okay with the idea because Mario wouldn't be pleased to know we were watching my dear old dad. He held some merit with his respect, but I never held it for the sperm donor to my life.
Sure, money gave me leniencies others couldn't afford, but I dealt with the hardships of abuse and no love being in my home. As an only child, I grew restless with an itch deep below my skin that festered into the urge to run. So I ran on a regular basis to stimulate some sort of relief when it wasn't summer time. I had Dray during that season, and we were thick as thieves even as boys.
"Let me go, Antonio!" Oh, right. Francisco drew me back to my current project after Costas secured him to the chair in my special room.
Unrolling my tool kit filled with fun knives and other sharp utensils for inflicting pain, I felt the perceptive smirk take over my lips. Lifting a duller blade, I turned back to Francisco, flicking the tip for him to see it under the swing light in the basement with dirt floors. The wine cellar had hidden gems tucked into its nooks and crannies for us to use. We took a path to the left that had been a locked door hidden within the maze of trails, but we had them memorized for shipments and movements unseen by the law.
"You touched what was mine, Francisco. Your hands held the body of my woman without permission." My stoic face gave away nothing, but he should know the sound should alarm him. A voice carrying no emotion held more power than one filled with the venom felt within. It was deadlier, toxic.
"I thought she was a whore!" he tried to defend against deaf ears. I didn't care what reasoning he had. I witnessed where his hand went on my woman, revolting everything I stood for.
"Even if she was, when have I ever shared?"
"You share women with Draven all the time!" His long hair hung down his back with a ponytail keeping the front back. His tan skin didn't compare to my shade, but his sat a hue darker than Draven's. In the corner, I could see Costas's bald head glowing just enough to see where he stood.
"Let me reword that. When have I ever shared with anyone that isn't Draven?" Finally reaching him in my deliberately leisured pace, I let my hands take hold of his wrists on the longer arms of the chair. They were extended arms because I needed his fingers splayed perfectly for this part.
"I didn't know you didn't share with others!" he raised his voice, seeing the blade rest between two fingers in my locked grip over him.
"And your manners failed you to ask, huh?" Tsking, I shook my head. Before he could say another word, I rushed to hold his finger out, allowing the dull blade to begin its work in sawing off his appendage I planned to apprehend.
"AHHH!" His screams began echoing in the chamber like a gusty wind. No one would ever hear him with the location we took him to. Some blood splattered on my face, but I wouldn't bother to clean up until I finished my work. My beautiful masterpiece I had planned for Emilia to accept.
Before I could get through the bone completely, my phone rang. To my surprise, I found my father's name on the screen. Ah, what a joy today turned into. "Father."
