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“Yes,” my father agreed. “But, Giovanni needs someone who will challenge him.”

Patricide was also a good word.

“I’m curious Giovanni,” I didn’t like the grin on my uncle’s face. “Will we get a bedding ceremony, or have you already broken her in?”

Were we really talking about this right now?

“No,” Atlee piped in. “He’s already fucked her. Once in the school parking lot.”

Why was he contributing to this conversation?

“In the parking lot?” Aldo lifted an intrigued brow. “Do you like an audience, Giovanni?”

I bet I could shove this fork in his eye before someone shot me.

“And what about you Aldo? Shouldn’t you have a wife by now?” That wiped the smugness out of his expression.

My dad gave me a look. “Aldo’s wife was killed.”

Aldo had a wife? When?

“I’m sorry.” I said to my uncle, not because I was sorry, but because it was the appropriate thing to say. He was the boss’s brother.

“Eh,” he waved dismissively. “She was Russian and didn’t listen.”

In other words, he was probably the one that killed her.

“I wonder,” Aldo leaned forward to look down the table. “Has our Russian friend been matched yet?”

Ronan cocked a brow back at him. “Why would I want a wife when I have servants to cook and clean?”

“A servant can’t give you an heir.” Aldo pointed out. “I do believe Alexandra is available.”

I could practically hear Antonio thinking "please god take her off my hands” when Alex slammed her fist down on the table and loudly proclaimed, “I love Myles.”

That didn’t make Atlee happy. “Who the fuck is Myles?”

“You leave Myles alone.”

“Uh huh.” Atlee tsked. “He doesn’t even know your name, does he?”

“That doesn’t matter.” Alex held her hand up, showing her brother her palm. “I will only marry Myles.”

The arch in Ronan’s brow deepened. “It appears she’s already spoken for.”

“That’s just a school girl crush.” Aldo argued. “A man like you could tame her.”

“Fuck no.”

That’s when Aldo’s gaze drifted over to Darry, who paused with his forkful of tiramisu. “Don’t fucking look at me.”

Can’t say I disagreed with either of their responses. Alex made Nova look well behaved. Nova might be a pain in the ass but I didn’t have to worry about her poisoning my food.

Speaking of Nova… She should be done by now. That plug better be in her ass when she got back here. What the hell was taking her so long? Then again maybe it only felt long. Spending time with my father or brother was exhausting enough. Add in all these people and dinner dragged on. I was regretting not taking Nova up on her offer to leave earlier.

Kendall didn’t appear to be enjoying herself either. She was sitting on the other side of the table with a bored look on her face. A few people tried to talk to her—none of which were her supposed fiancé—but she blew them off.

“Giovanni,” my uncle called. “Does your woman have a birthmark on her calf?”

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