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"S-Steve, he...he's a guard at my parents' house. He...he..."
My eyes narrowed. "Did he hurt you, Nico?"
Nico's hair flopped over his forehead as he nodded rapidly and then started speaking so quickly I could barely keep up. "My mother shot me up with something that made it so I couldn't move and then she ordered Steve and another guard to wash me and dress me for the party at Gena's house. In the shower, he started touching me. The other guard stopped him, but he threatened me, saying he would get me eventually."
"You said his name was Steve?"
Nico nodded.
I grabbed my cell phone and dialed Vinnie. "Hey, man, it's me. I need you to do me a favor."
"Sure."
"Nico just told me about one of the guards his parents employ. His name is Steve. I don't know what his last name is. I want him found and brought to me."
Vinnie whistled low under his breath. "What'd he do?"
"He tried to sexually assault Nico last night."
"I'll find him and have him delivered to you," Vinnie said in a no nonsense voice. "He might not be in one piece, but he'll be there."
"As long as he's still breathing."
I wanted to take him apart with my own hands.
"Consider it done, my friend."
"Thank you."
"So, has he agreed to the wedding?" Vinnie asked.
I glanced at Nico. "Not yet, but I'm working on it."
"Best of luck."
"I'll call you later," I said before hanging up.
"Who was that?" Nico asked.
"Vinnie Borelli."
"Oh, Gena introduced me to him at the party. He said your sister married his cousin."
"She did, but she was supposed to marry Vinnie first. Turns out that not only was he gay, but he was already married. The guy that arranged for the betrothal—Vinnie's Uncle Frank—forgot to mention that part to Marisa. She was pissed."
"How did she end up married to the cousin?"
I chuckled as I remembered the story Marisa had told me. "She picked him out of the Borellis that were left. They've been married for about a year now, and I have to give it to Marisa, she has whipped Vito into shape. He follows her around like a puppy and does anything she says."
"Is she happy?"
"I think so. This marriage is what she wanted. I don't think she cared too much who the groom was."
My jaw dropped when Nico grabbed my shirt collar and yanked me close. "I care so don't even think of switching out the groom."
When I pulled my jaw back up, I began to smile. "I wouldn't even think of it. Only one groom will do for me."
"That's me, right?" Nico asked as if he was unsure.
