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"You're insane," Carmine whispered. "You're both insane."
Tony was up and over the coffee table, the knife blade pressed against Carmine's throat before the man could even get up. "What part of this aren't you getting, Carmine? I am the head of the D'Angelo family. Vito is my underboss. That puts you third in line, not first. What I say goes. If you don't like it, get the hell out."
"Are you going to let him do this to me?" Uncle Carmine asked me.
I shrugged as I crossed my legs at the ankles. "He's the boss."
Carmine gaped at me. "I'm your uncle."
"Boss and lover trump uncle."
And always would.
Tony pressed the blade into Carmine's throat just a little harder. "And you'd better keep that biased gay bullshit to yourself if you decide to stay. I won't stand for it."
"If word of this gets out—"
"I don't care if word gets out," Tony interrupted. "It's not my problem if other people don't agree with the fact that I like dick. It's their problem, not mine."
"You'll get us all killed."
"Yeah, probably, but I plan to have a lot of fun before then."
When Carmine looked at Tony with eyes the size of saucers, I couldn't help chuckling. He was experiencing Tony at his finest. It was glorious to watch from the sidelines.
Tony walked back over to sit down next to me, going back to picking at his fingernails with the tip of the knife. "Now, what are we going to do about the Romanos? It seems to me that not only do they want to use Luca as a scapegoat for my death, but they want to use Uncle Carmine here as their instrument of death. Either way you look at it, they get off scott free while someone else takes the blame."
"Leads me to think that the Romans are behind the bombing," I told him.
"True, but is it all the Romanos or just a few of them? Like that nephew that pissed Luca off?"
"We should probably talk to Luca," I suggested. "It also wouldn't hurt to get Vinnie on the phone. Maybe he has some insight that we don't have."
Tony hopped up and started for the door. "I'll track down Luca. You deal with your uncle before I do. I don't want to pay for a new rug. We can call Vinnie when I get back."
"Yes, Boss."
Tony stopped and glared at me.
I smiled. "Yes,cara mia."
I waited until Tony had left the room before rubbing my hands over my face and then dropping them into my lap so I could look at my uncle. "Do you want to die because I'm pretty sure Tony is willing to accommodate you if that's the case?"
"You can't be gay, Vittorio."
"Why not?"
I'd been gay all my life.
"Because I don't want you to die!"
"Pretty sure being gay does not kill you."
"You'd be wrong," Uncle Carmine whispered as he turned to look out the window. "Being gay in the mafia does kill you, or at least the people you love."
Wait...what was going on here?
"Uncle Carmine?"
