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Well, damn. I look into my uncle’s acid-burned face. I’ve seen pictures of him when he was younger. He looked as handsome as my father was. Identical twins with the looks of Roman gods.
Now you can’t make out those looks. It’s been this way for over thirty years. Since they tried to torture him to find my father.
That was when wars amongst the families were ruthless and had no rules. The things my uncle did after getting free aren’t even spoken of.
Although his face doesn’t reveal who he is, I see Gio in him. My son will set an example the same way.
“Come, have dinner with your uncle. How is my good friend Giuseppe?”
“He is well.”
CHAPTER44
Made Men
Gio
Finally,I have a lead on something that will actually open the books. To be honest, I’ve done enough already. My name rings bells all the way in Italy.
Even with a stigma over my head not many will test me. It’s starting to become dangerous for me not to be made. I’m a threat and with no protection it’s only a matter of time before someone gains the balls to try me.
Which is why I stay away from Ny and Jace is always with me. This has been my worse nightmare. It’s not so much that I can’t go to see Nyla. It’s that she won’t keep her harder-headed ass away from me.
She shows up at the Dollhouse in those blonde wigs with those gray contacts. As if that will keep attention off her. I can’t even explode when she walks in to send her ass back home.
“Where are you?” Dario asks, bringing me back to the car where we’re waiting.
“Thinking.”
“Yeah, well, this kind of needs your focus. Who are these guys again?”
“Some Irish crew. They’ve been moving in on a friend of ours. We’re going to shut them down.”
“What exactly are we waiting for?” Dante asks.
“They’re not all here,” Jace says.
“What’s your rush?” I turn to look into the back seat.
At twenty my brothers are a handful. They think they know it all and know nothing. If they did, Dante wouldn’t be dating that treacherous slut Bethany.
I saw her for what she was a few years ago. It’s why I had Nonno force Dante to go to college. In a few months, I’m going to plant the seed for him to send Dante and Dario on a trip to travel the world.
I hope he’ll meet someone else to open his nose or at least forget about Bethany. She sure hasn’t been thinking about Dante. The world isn’t that small.
I know it’s no coincidence she’s fucking our enemy’s spawn’s son. See, these two don’t know shit, but I’ll protect them while they make mistakes.
“I wanted to catch Bethany before she goes to bed,” he mutters.
I snort and straighten in my seat. “Let me ask you a question. Forget about her for a second. Tell me who you wish your perfect woman could be.”
“What?”
“Come on, humor me. Tell me your wish for the perfect woman.”
“I could answer that easy,” Dario says.
“Oh yeah? Then answer.”
