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Dino smiles. "You have depths I haven’t explored yet, Daddy. You’re so much more than a strapping mob boss with a giant cock and rock-hard abs."
"Well, at least you’re calling my abs rock hard now!" I yell playfully.
"You have soul. An ancient beautiful soul—one I wish you could transfer to me. If you’d only teach me a fraction of what you know, I’d be a much better person."
My eyes well with tears. Don't cry, don't cry, Romeo.
I’ve never been a big crier. When you’re a mob boss, you keep that shit to a minimum.
I stare into Dino’s eyes—and scream as I cry for the first time in so long.
I beat my chest, roaring and grunting, shaking like an earthquake at the emotions flooding me.
"You speak to me like no one ever has." My voice is low and firm. "Thank you, boy. For showing me what’s possible. For proving that love has the power to even make me feel like I matter on this Earth."
"Youdomatter."
I kiss Dino’s hand. "Thank you."
"When you feed the Riccardis to sharks because of the shitty loans they made for my father, you’ll know."
My heart stops dead in my chest.
My right eye twitches.
"The Riccardis are the ones who made those loans?"
Dino nods. "I found that out two weeks ago. I didn’t know before—I swear. My dad left a note on his desk with their name. That’s why I was in shock that you didn’t kill them when they flew into the sky after that whole thing went down. I reminded you that they were your mortal enemies—that you needed to stay on top of these things."
"Wow."
"If you’d killed them, my father wouldn’t be in debt anymore. He’d be free."
Leaning in, I grip both of Dino’s hands.
What I have to say has never been more important.
"I promise I’ll put a bullet in their skulls."
ChapterSeventeen
DINO
When dinner ends, I’m feeling all sorts of different things.
First, I’m glad as hell Romeo enjoyed my cooking. The possibility that he wouldn’t terrified the crap out of me.
I mean, how pathetic would it have been to spend all this damn time whipping up a feast for a king and then Romeo didn’t even enjoy it?
I’m so glad he’s not a picky eater.
My food wasn’t perfect, but it was made with love and, as Romeo implied that’s what matters most.
As Romeo and I bring the plates into the kitchen to scrub clean, I can’t help but think about Romeo’s promise.
I wonder if he’ll really kill the Riccardis this time.
It sucked so much when I found out that they were the ones who held my father’s latest note, and that they charged him 300% annual interest.
