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Tony narrowed his eyes at me. "Is that going to be a problem for you?"
"No," I said quickly. "Even though no one knows it, I'm gay." If he could be honest with me, I could be honest with him. "I've worked really hard to keep that a secret though."
"Why?"
"Like Luca said, it's hard to be gay in the mafia."
"Yeah." Tony waved a dismissive hand at me. "I don't care about that."
"You should," I countered. "If anyone knew you were gay before this, it might explain why they are trying so hard to kill you."
"Does that mean every member of the D'Angelo family was gay? Even the thirty guards that died? Because it seems to me that someone is trying to wipe the entire bloodline out. I don't think they care who is fucking who."
Okay, he had a point, but still... "You need to take this more seriously, Tony."
"No!" Tony snapped. "You guys found me. You guys brought me here. You guys told me that I had to be the head of the family. I was perfectly happy living my life back in New York."
"Really?" I snapped right back. "You were happy living in a crappy studio apartment and working three jobs?"
Yeah, I probably shouldn't have raised my voice to him or said what I said. I figured that out just about the time he belted me in the mouth with the back of his hand.
"It might not have been perfect," Tony fumed, "but at least I could fuck whoever I wanted to and no one questioned me about it."
My jaw clenched as anger erupted inside of me. There might have been a bit of jealousy as well, but I'd never admit it. "Is that all you care about? Who you can fuck?"
Tony squinted at me. "Are you an idiot or have you just repressed yourself for so long that you don't know any other way to live?"
Huh?
"It's not a matter of who I fuck," Tony continued. "It's that I refuse to live by antiquated rules set by someone long dead and buried. How is it any of their business who's in my bed? What they need to be concerned with is if I'm a good enough shot to put a bullet in their brains if they piss me off."
I took a quick step back when Tony moved closer. At this point, as angry as he seemed, I wasn't so sure I wouldn't end up with a bullet in my brain.
"If they are so uncomfortable with who I sleep with then they shouldn't put their noses in my bedroom. It's none of their damn business."
As much as I wanted to tell him that I agreed with him, I knew it wouldn't make a difference. Once word got out that he liked men, a lot of people would be after him and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to protect him.
"And if their narrow minded values are bruised enough that they feel the need to kill me, then they can certainly try, but I haven't lived this long by being stupid and every instinct I have tells me that this has nothing to do with me being gay. It's about who my father was."
I couldn't say he was wrong there.
"Besides, the heads of four of the major families in New York, plus Luca here, are all gay and married to men. They seem to be doing alright. Why would it be any different for me?"
"He's right, Vito," Luca said. "Since I married Nico, there's been a little pushback from some of the others, but not as much as you'd think. Times are changing and the old guard is dying out. The new generation coming into power is a lot less concerned with who people are fucking and more with the bottom line."
"Besides," Tony said, "if they want to flaunt their holier-than-thou ideals, maybe they should look in their own backyards first. I'm a perfect example of how these idiots act behind the scenes. I am my father's bastard after all."
Another good point that I couldn't argue with. A lot of the people that held their rigid rules in place had mistresses and slept around on their wives and husbands. Many had illegitimate children like Tony.
It was a serious case of "people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones".
I wanted to rub my hands over my face, but it still ached like hell. Instead, I dropped my head back on my shoulders and stared up at the ceiling while letting out a long, frustrated groan.
"Let's get the two of you to some guestrooms," Luca said. "We can continue this conversation in the morning after you've had time to rest up."
"One guestroom, please," Tony stated. "Nothing personal, but I'd feel better being placed in the same room as Vito. He's kept me alive this long. I'm betting on him to keep me alive in the future."
My jaw dropped just a little at those words. "You still trust me to keep you alive?" I had been more than positive I'd lost histrust when we started snapping at each other and he belted me in the mouth.
