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Chapter 24

My uncle Aldo was not only an asshole, but he was an inconvenient asshole. It was Monday. I should be at school instead of wasting my time at home doing arduous shit like planning a menu with the cook–because god forbid Aldo ate anything Cajun.

This bullshit happened every time he came in from Sicily. By the way my father treated his little brother one would think he was the king of fucking England. At least my father remembered I existed when Aldo come to town.

Get the room ready, Giovanni. Show some respect, Giovanni. Yes, you have to be here to greet your uncle, Giovanni.

I didn't get it. He didn't act this way when we went to Italy. Sometimes I wondered if he was worried about what his brother would report back to their father? While my dad was boss here, his father was boss there, so I could see my grandpa checking up on him. I would.

"Your dad is a pain in my ass." Atlee snatched a bottle of bourbon off a bookshelf, swallowed back a shot, then slammed it back down. "Why the hell did I have to drag my ass out of bed at five am for this shit?"

That was easy. "Because he's the boss."

And we had to do what the boss said.

"We're going to be given all the grunt work aren't we?"

"Everyone has to work their way up." Did he think we'd be given the keys to the kingdom? We hadn't even taken the Omerta yet. And when we did, we'd still have to do the shit jobs until we proved ourselves.

"You have staff for this."

"Aldo doesn't trust our staff." Paranoid prick.

Atlee huffed out a snort. "And he trusts us?"

"He's famiglia."

"He's an asshole."

I couldn't argue with him there.

Grumbling under my breath I stomped over to the closet in the corner and stuffed a pile of towels on the shelf.

I don't know what pissed me off more, having to this tedious crap, or that I wouldn't see Nova today. Little pain in the ass vixen had weaseled her way into my mind.

I barely got two hours sleep last night. And not because of nightmares. That shit I was used to. I kept rolling over and waking up when I reached out to grab her and she wasn't there. Even when that was gone, she was annoying.

"How come Darry doesn't have to do this shit?" Atlee whined.

"Someone needed to keep an eye on Nova."

There was no telling what she would do. When Nova left yesterday she stomped out the door like a toddler having a tantrum. Her bad mood was no one's fault but her own. If she hadn't mouthed off, then she wouldn't have left with my handprint on her ass.

"I could've watched her."

"No." Hell no.

"What?" Atlee looked almost insulted. "I wouldn't touch her."

"But you'd play into that bullshit rumor."

Motherfucker was helping that shit spread like wildfire.

"Of course I would." He snorted. "Do you have any idea how much pussy I've gotten because of that? I should've gotten a fake girlfriend a long time ago."

"As long as it's not my girl, I don't care."

"Don't get mad at me." Atlee picked up a chair to carry across the room. "I didn't start that rumor."

"But you have no problem perpetuating it."

He shrugged. "I play with the cards I'm dealt."

"Well, go play with some other cards. Maybe Sutton Barlow has a decent deck?" The last part I added just to piss him off, and it worked.

He released the chair causing the legs to bang off the ground.

"That shit's not funny. You think I want some hoity toity self-righteous princess following me around?"

Yes, yes I did.

"I'd rather slit her throat."

That was an interesting statement. "So why haven't you?"

Atlee wasn't what I would call controlled. If he wanted to hurt someone, he hurt them. If he wanted to fuck someone he fucked them whether they wanted it or not.

"Why haven't I what?"

"Slit her throat?"

I got the feeling that he was trying to change the subject.

"I haven't found a sharp enough knife yet. Besides, I'd have to touch her to do that."

That was enough to make my brow arch.

Atlee Fiore didn't want to touch a chick? Had hell frozen over? He once banged our history teacher who was well into her sixties, just so he could say he got a gummer.

"You wouldn't touch her?"

"Fuck no."

Was this jealousy or something else? "But you'd kill her?"

"She's not worth my time."

Now she wasn't worth his time? Don't get me wrong Sutton Barlow was definitely a self-righteous princess, I'd agree with him on that. The only reason I knew who she was, was because her dad was a senator, and one of the few that refused to work with my father. But she wasn't hideous, and kind of Atlee's type. He had a thing for virgins and she reeked of purity.

"So, you wouldn't fuck her?"

His lip curled in disgust. "Are you kidding me?"

Actually no, it was a serious question. It wasn't that long ago when I tried to hide my attraction to a certain someone behind hate, and I couldn't help but wonder if Atlee was doing the same thing. Don't get me wrong, I still hated Nova. The girl pissed me off on a daily basis, but I would never stop fucking her.

"I don't know? Sutton is kind of cute…"

"You want to fuck her, go hard." He lifted the chair back up and slid it in the storage room. "I'll hold the bitch down for you."

Okay so he wasn't jealous. Maybe Atlee really didn't want to touch her. What the hell did Sutton do? The only other person I'd see give him that glint in his eye, was his mother. She was also not worth the effort it would take to end her life. Sutton must've really pissed him off. If I thought Atlee would tell me, I might've asked him about it.

"Why would you want to fuck her anyway?" He spun around and grumbled, "She probably doesn't know how to suck decent dick."

Nope, I was wrong. There was the jealousy.

It wasn't as intense as mine, but the green eyed monster was there. Shinning under the danger in his whiskey eyes. There was a high chance that if I did touch Sutton, Atlee would skin me alive. When that switch flipped in his mind, there was no telling what he would do.

"I bet Nova knows how to suck dick."

Asshole.

"Do you want to get punched again?"

"You hit like a pussy."

This mother…

"You set this room up nice." Atlee sauntered over and flopped down on the bed. "How many times did you fuck her in here?"

"None." For some reason I took her to my room. I still didn't understand why I did that.

I looked around at the various pictures of Atlas I hung on the wall.

This was supposed to be her punishment. Nova should've been in here, staring at my brother's face when I defiled her. Now the thought of Atlas watching from the beyond pissed me off. I didn't want anyone looking at her. Not even him.

I expected Atlee to question why I bothered setting this up if I wasn't going to use it. But his mind went somewhere else.

"So, you didn't fuck her in here… but you did fuck her?"

He wouldn't stop until I gave him something.

Sighing, I rolled my eyes to where he was sprawled out. "Yes, I fucked her."

And I wanted to fuck her again. If I could permanently have my dick inside that girl and still live my life, I would.

Atlee braced his arms on the bed and pushed himself up to sit. "How's her pussy?"

Like fucking nirvana.

"Will you get up and help me finish this shit?"

We still had to take the pictures off the wall. Apparently this is where Aldo would be staying, despite my many objections.

"Fucking Aldo." Atlee muttered and stood up.

No one liked my uncle. He was an entitled, egotistical, megalomaniac that made the rest of us look like teddy bears. Honestly, I didn't know why my father hadn't taken him out yet? He was eldest son of the current boss in Italy, and therefore the heir. Yet Aldo walked around like he was the one who'd get the crown.

"We should do everyone a favor and shoot the plane down before it lands."

That would be nice. There was only one problem. "I doubt my father would sanction it."

"He doesn't have to sanction anything." Atlee said. "Plane crashes happen all the time."

"We aren't that good."

Could we take someone out, sure. We could even clean it up, but you couldn't feed a plane to a gator.

"The Devil of Death is."

That was true. The Devil Of Death aka Preston Whitley was one scary motherfucker. I had no idea how he pulled off half the hits he did. Or if he even did them. Baron Miller supposedly died of a heart attack, and senator Williams had a stroke. Yet I overheard my father call in the hit. We were good, but we weren't Preston Whitley good. Besides…

"We aren't putting a hit out on my uncle."

"Ugh," Atlee threw his head back with a groan. "You're no fun."

We went about removing Atlas's pictures and were almost done when Atlee tipped his head my way.

"Aldo's coming this weekend, right?"

"Yes."

"When Nova's going to be here?"

Unfortunately… "Yes."

Atlee shook his head. "He's gonna hit her."

"No, he's not." At least he better not. "Wives are respected."

"Most wives don't have the mouth that Nova does."

Most people didn't have the mouth Nova did, and Aldo didn't react kindly to insults. Especially from women. The last one that said something to him wound up bent over the dinner table with his dick in her ass.

That wasn't exactly something a nephew wanted to see his uncle do, but he insisted that I stay so I would learn. I was twelve.

"What are you going to do when she says something?"

"She won't." I knew that was a lie before Atlee snickered.

"Yes, she will."

Yes, she would.

"I'll handle it if she does." Or when she does.

His brow rose. "You mean…"

"Aldo won't punish her if I do."

Did I want to spank Nova and fuck her in front of everyone? No. But I would. It was the only backup plan I had. The only thing that would save her from my uncle would be if I took control.

"Maybe it'll be okay." Atlee shrugged. "Your dad won't let him do anything."

I wasn't so sure about that.

"Yeah," I grumbled. "Maybe."

"Don't worry," Atlee slapped my back. "I'll be there."

That wasn't exactly comforting.

"And so will Darry. We'll have your back."

Fuck. Darry and his parents were going to be there. I didn't even think about that. Nova had seen Carissa. There was no way she was going to keep her mouth shut when she figured out who she was.

I had bigger problems than I thought. What the fuck was I going to do? My dad could never know, let alone risk Darry finding out from Nova. She wasn't exactly the discrete type.

I looked over as Atlee pulled the last picture off the wall. But he was discrete.

The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I fucked Carissa."

God, that felt good to say.

He stopped and cocked a brow my way. It took a second for my words to register, when they did his eyes went wide.

"Carissa? As in Darry's mom Carissa?"

I nodded.

"Like Carissa Barone, Carissa."

"Yes, Atlee. Carissa Barone."

"Darry's mom?"

"Yes." How many times did he need me to clarify it. "I fucked Darry's mom."

That did not feel good to say, but I swallowed the guilt rising in my throat and focused on the task at hand.

"Fuck."

"Yeah."

He looked up for a second before repeating, "Fuck."

Did he know any other words?

"I mean she's hot, but… fuck. I thought I was the only one."

Wait…"You fucked her too?"

"Yeah. I ran into in the hall at the basketball game last week. She pulled me into a room and started sucking my dick, so I went with it."

Was he fucking kidding me? Carissa couldn't get me to fuck her so she went for Atlee? Bitch.

"Darry punched me for that one."

My eyes snapped up to Atlee. "You told him?"

"Of course I did. You think I wouldn't rub that shit in his face? Wait…" He stopped and cocked a brow. "You didn't tell him?"

"No."

"Why not?"

I had many reason, but mainly because… "She's his mother."

"So?"

"So, she's his mother." Wasn't that reason enough? "I should've never touched her the first time."

"The first time?"

Shit.

"Exactly how many times did you fuck her?"

"That doesn't matter."

"No." He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I think it does."

"A few, but that's not the issue. Nova knows about her."

The arch in his brow deepened. "Nova knows you fucked Darry's mom?"

"Not exactly."

His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean not exactly?"

"She doesn't know who Carissa is. She's just seen her."

"With you?" Atlee clarified.

"Yes, she's seen her with me."

"Were you fucking her at the time?"

Why did his mind always go there? "No."

"That's too bad. I do enjoy a good cat fight."

"A cat fight is the least of our worries…"

"I'm going to cut you off right there." Atlee pointed his finger at me. "Cat fights are never a worry, they are a must. There is nothing hotter than two girls clawing at each other."

He did have a point, but still. "Not when Aldo is in town."

"Why would…" Atlee stopped as the pieces clicked together. "Carissa will be at the dinner."

"Exactly."

All of our parents would. Aldo's arrival was always a formal affair.

"So," Atlee shrugged. "Tell Darry. Problem solved. He hates his fucking mother."

It wasn't that simple. "That won't stop Nova from saying something."

"Who cares if she does?"

"My dad will."

Atlee snickered out a snort. "No he won't. Darry's dad might, but your dad won't give a shit."

That might be true, if… "It started when I was fourteen."

Atlee looked at me.

I looked at him.

"Oh yeah." He nodded. "Your dad's gonna kill her. Her husband might kill her."

"You see the problem."

I knew what it was like to lose a parent, and while Darry may not like his mother, I couldn't be the cause of that kind of pain. I'd betrayed him enough already.

Atlee blew out a breath and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Okay, here's what we're going to do…"

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