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I instantly snapped and grabbed her by the thigh, digging my fingers into her leg and flipped her onto her back, pinning her to the carpet and against the blood, good, let it mix with her perfection. “I think you have a new stain on your shirt now, little girl.”
She tried kneeing me in the balls and flipping me over.
Footsteps sounded. “Son of a bitch, rule sixteen!” Nixon yelled.
“Sorry daddy.” She tried to roll out from underneath me.
“I’ll be your daddy.” I leaned down and whispered in her ear, just to piss her off.
It wasn’t long, maybe five seconds, before cold water was dumped on both of us.
Shit!
Bella’s scream was almost worth it.
I scrambled back, Nixon tossed the bucket on the ground. “Play nice.”
And then he was gone.
CHAPTER THREE
“The calm before the storm is more terrifying than the storm itself.” –King Campisi
King
“They’re getting bolder, that’s for sure,” Junior muttered as he tossed a blood-soaked shirt onto the table.
I tilted my head and examined it. His dark hair was longer now, messy, also covered in blood, I wasn’t sure if it was his or someone else’s, as the Capo, the new leader of the Five Families I was almost afraid to ask.
Maksim was dealing with the Sinacore side of things, which left me here with the remaining few.
Santino helped out with the Petrov Family under Valerian, while Junior kept the shit that was the De Lange Family and all of their missing pieces together.
The Alfero’s were the easiest since Dante had them pretty much sedated with so much money coming in that it was borderline embarrassing… as long as people got paid, they forgot past grievances, wonders never ceased. Dom basically floated around but mainly stayed on to help Junior with the chaos that was the De Langes.
I was probably missing a dozen people at this point… it didn’t matter too much since everyone worked so cohesively, including my Family. And mine? The Campisi throne was running like a fine-tuned machine.
Often it felt like we were too young to lead, but we proved to our parents we were ready, just like they had proved (in bloodshed) to their own that they were ready. Ours was more of a it’s our turn, back off mentality.
And they let us, slipping into cheerful retirement yet still looking like they were in their thirties ready to pop out more kids.
I shuddered. “What’s with the blood?” I finally asked Junior.
He shrugged. “Men keep killing each other, so I keep killing them to keep them from killing each other. It’s math.”
Ash burst out laughing. “Math was literally your worst subject.”
“Eat shit.” Junior groaned into his hands. “Ninety percent of the De Langes are loyal, they want to re-establish more than their own name, we’ve built up the ranks to what they were before, but something seems off, some of the men seem… too arrogant, too unafraid of me, and I’ve given them plenty of reasons to be petrified.”
“Please list them and in graphic detail,” Maksim said in a bored tone. Ah, good, he was back into his other personality, where he wanted to hear all about the darkness so he could feed his soul.
It was still weird to me at times that he had two personalities, also known as dissociative identity disorder, then again, at times I think it helped him compartmentalize all of his past memories along with things he’d had to do in order to survive.
Valerian ran his hands through his light brown hair, a new black tattoo was etched near his thumb, the guy only got ink if something bad or good went down, I made a mental note to ask later. “Listen, I need to get home, if there are no more updates…” He started to stand.
“We’re at peace.”
Santino, Maksim, Ash, Junior, and Valerian all glanced in my direction. My voice wasn’t confident like it normally was.
