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My soon to be wife doesn’t play nice. If she thinks her remark will upset me, it won’t.

“She’s cool. I like her.” Nico rises from his chair.

“Don’t flirt with my fiancée,” I warn.

“I’ll try not to.” He winks before walking down the hallway toward my office.

Natalia sighs. “Looks like we’re going to war.”

It’s long overdue.

My sister stares across the room. Guess she’s not getting up from the table.

“I’ll leave the war to you kids.” Mom smiles.

“Nick, be a dear and walk your mother to the door.”

“Sure thing, Mom.”

I pick up Hershey. “Hey, boy, how are you doing?”

He responds with a lick on my cheek.

Mom grips my arm. “Your father isn’t happy about your decision. He wants to see you.”

Her tone is ominous.

“I bet he does,” I mutter, halting at the door.

“Love you, Mom.” I kiss her cheek before placing her beloved poodle in her arms.

“Ezra will see that you get home safely.” I nod at my trusted bodyguard.

He smiles and escorts my mother out of the house.

With a swift turn on my heels, I stride towards my office. The sound of my expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor echoes through the hallway. As I enter and shut the door behind me with a forceful slam, my eyes immediately land on Nico lounging on the black velvet sofa, nursing a glass of Jack Daniels. His five-o'clock shadow is prominent, giving him a rugged appearance. Natalia is seated in an armchair, uncorking a fresh bottle of red wine.

“I thought you were crazy two days ago. It seems your fiancée does too.” Natalia smirks.

Perched on the edge of my mahogany desk, I stare between my siblings. “What was I supposed to do? Her file was in front of my face,” I snarl.

Nico’s gaze meets mine. “Click the next button.”

A sarcastic laugh rumbles in my chest. “One day you’ll fall in love.”

I wave my finger. “With a temper like yours, you’ll sacrifice us all.”

I point at the door. “For her, I was ready to give up my birthright back then. That’s how much I love her.”

“But she doesn’t want this life,” Natalia booms.

“She didn’t then and doesn’t now. My big brother is so delusional. Not to mention the Delaware Don wants someone’s head on a stick for his dead daughter,” my sister reminds me.

I glare at my sister. Because that’s all I can do. She did what had to be done for the Pitucco family.

“Dad has been underground for eleven fucking years. Pretending to have poor health. For what? So we can go to war over a woman?” Nico spits out.

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