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“No,” my father waved at his brother. “She is small, but Giovanni doesn’t mind.” He leaned closer to Aldo and not very quietly whispered, “he likes to spank her.”

I closed my eyes and tried to put that last statement out of my mind. How he knew that, I didn’t want to know. “Can we not talk about Nova?”

My uncle’s brow arched. “What is a Nova?”

“She is his woman.” My father answered.

“Is she well behaved?”

My father shook his head. “Not at all.”

“Italian women are like that.” Aldo slapped the back of his hand on his palm. “You need to teach them manners right away.”

“She’s not Italian.”

Aldo stopped and cocked a brow at my father. “Why would you have him marry her if she isn’t Italian?”

“Her family will be beneficial to the business.”

What the hell was he talking about? No they wouldn’t. The Ford’s didn’t have shit.

I pointed at my father, “you’ve had too much to drink.”

“Giovanni!” My uncle held his hands up, palms out. “When did you get here?”

My forehead dropped in my palm as I scrubbed a hand down my face. This was getting me nowhere.

I looked over at Saul who shrugged in a silent I told you so. “You could help?”

“You want me to help?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Saul nodded and walked over. “Sir,” he said to my father. “We need to go. You have a meeting with Ronan Mikhailov tonight.”

Both my uncle and father looked at Saul then burst out laughing.

“See?” Saul said to me.

Alright, it was time to try another tactic. “Watch them, I’m going to call Antonio.”

He was the one person I could think of that might be able to talk some sense into my father. Dominic Barone would just join them, and Ricky was in New Orleans, so he couldn’t drag them out. Leaving me with Atlee’s too serious father.

I left Saul with the two drunken idiots and headed outside to call Antonio.

He answered on the third ring.

“Now is not a good time, Gio.”

“Too bad, I need your help with my father.”

“Alright,” Antonio sighed. “What is the problem?”

He sounded utterly exhausted, which was unlike him. Nothing broke through Antonio’s calm exterior. There was a reason he was my father’s consigliere.

“Aldo and my dad are drunk and they won’t…”

I was cut off by a female voice yelling, “I love Myles.”

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