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"Jesus, Alejandro, I thought we would never see you again. How long will you be in town?"
I almost smiled when Jake D'Amato replied to my words. It was good to hear a familiar—and friendly—voice.
"I'm back for good."
"How?" Jake asked. "I thought your grandfather ordered you back to Colombia to stay."
Neither of us mentioned exactly why I had been recalled to Colombia by my grandfather. I doubted either of us wanted to remember, although I didn't think I would ever forget. That incident was burned into my brain.
"He did," I replied, "but something came up that sent me back here."
Something really big.
"He's giving me Brooklyn."
"Oh, shit, are you serious?" Jake's voice was filled with shock, and I couldn't blame him. I had been shocked myself when my grandfather offered up Brooklyn to me.
I never thought I would be anything more than a subordinate in my grandfather's organization. Not only was I illegitimate but I was gay. That put me in a position where I would never have a chance to advance in the family business.
Except for now.
Now, my grandfather needed me.
"I'm getting married, Jake," I stated simply, even if the words weren't. "Apparently, it's an old agreement my grandfather had with some guy he fought in the war with. It skipped my father for obvious reasons."
My father had been sowing his wild oats since puberty. It was well a known fact in my world that he was a womanizing whore that slept with anything that still had a pulse. To date, he had one legitimate son and over ten kids that were not so legitimate.
"And it landed on you?"
I let out a self-deprecating chuckle. "Something like that."
"So, what's the lady's name?"
"And that would be why it landed on me," I replied. "I'm marrying a man."
"But I thought..."
"Yeah, me too." We were both wrong. "I guess being gay is okay when fulfilling old family promises."
My grandfather had finally found a use for his gay, illegitimate grandson...marriage barter.
"At this point, I don't care if I have to marry an anteater as long as I get out of Colombia." If I had to stay there much longer, I would end up behind bars for killing someone. Getting put in charge of Brooklyn was a huge plus in the positive category.
"Your brother still fucking with you?"
"Every chance he gets." As a general rule, I tried not to hate people, just their bad actions, but my half-brother Dante took asshole to a whole new level. He excelled at making my life difficult, and he enjoyed it.
Pretty sure he was encouraged by my grandfather.
"So, who are you marrying?"
"Some guy named Delancy Matisse."
I didn't know much about him at this point. Just the name. I was flying in tonight and I'm supposed to meet with a lawyer in the morning to get a file on the guy I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with.
Hell, at this point, I didn't even know what he looked like.
I wasn't sure it mattered.
