Page 12 of Skating Towards Danger

In college, one girl made him believe he was gay because he liked a little finger in the ass, got off on it actually. Another wanted him to fuck her with a sharp knife handle, and according to Roman, one actually shat on him.

Last week he had a bitch piss in his mouth. She apparently never came before and thought needing a wee was the sensation, and well, she let loose while he was eating her out, and the fucker threw up afterward on her.

It was a big old shitshow, and he called me at three in the fucking morning, gagging that he needed help so of course I called Roman who tagged along and recorded the whole thing.

Rocco snorts, “Dante, I would never ask that of you. You and Rhett retire when you are ready, not beforehand,” he answers and I give him a nod in thanks as Morgan takes her son from me, and Mama steals Emma while Morgan has my attention making me scowl, but the women ignore me.

They always fucking steal the babies from me!

“Little mouse, you shouldn’t be carrying him!” I hear my brother snap, and I turn to see him trying to take Damian butMorgan, being Morgan, walks away from him and takes a seat, making him sigh and shake his head.

Chuckling, I look back at Rocco but frown as he looks at his wife, then back at me, and I can fucking see the nerves from here.

Rocco never gets nervous…

I furrow my brows, put my hands on my hips, and ask, “What do you need, Rocco?”

He swallows, his throat bobbing while Tyra’s eyes tear up as he admits, “I need your help, Dante,” and I stiffen before Roman walks over with Dad.

“I don’t want any part of the…” I begin, but Rocco cuts me off and states, “I can’t have the organization involved, so you won’t get in deep. I just need you to watch out for someone.”

Dad clears his throat, and I grit my teeth. Of course, the fucker has something to do with this.

I glare his way, but he puts his hand up in defense and says, “What I’m about to say cannot go any further than this room, and I swear, Dante, if we didn’t need your help specifically, then I wouldn’t ask especially after last week knowing you’re at breaking point but I made a promise and I can’t break it,” Roman and I look at him confused but he ignores our looks and glances at Rocco who nods and dad states, “Peter Carmen had a family when he died.”

What the?

Roman steps forward and snaps, “Why in the fuck am I only just finding out about this now?”

Peter Carmen has a fucking family, as in kids…

I blink in shock, and Dad looks at Rocco again before sighing, making eye contact with Roman, then me, and continues, “His daughter, she’s in danger, and what we need is Dante to….”

Roman cuts Dad off yet again and snaps, “He will not be marrying this girl, Dad, no chance in hell. You already tried that shit with me and Penelope!”

More likeslut-a-pe…Ha. A chuckle releases and I quickly clear my throat to hide it, though, by the raised brow Roman is currently sending me, I think I might have failed.

A small chuckle releases again – slut-a-pe – fuck, I wish I called her that to her face.

“Roman language!” Morgan snaps before Emma repeats, “Shit.”

My eyes widen as Roman winces and then mumbles, “Fuck, she’s going to kick me out of our bed for that one,” and I bite back a smirk knowing full well she will.

“Could be worse, your mother tried shooting me with my own gun when Gio said shit,” Dad mutters, and I snort because, yeah, I may have recorded that day.

Mama chased Dad around the kitchen and out into the yard, and she fired his gun. Roman and I were in stitches.

Sighing, I state, “Dad, I’m with Roman. I’m not marrying some girl for an alliance within our Italian Mafia or even to keep her safe.”

Rocco jumps in and snaps, “No one is marrying my fucking niece, she’s been through enough, and if she finds out we’re mafia, it will send her over the fucking edge!”

Wait what?! I spin my head his way in shock as my eyes widen, and I sputter, “H-how, fuck how does she not know about us, about you, fuck about who her father was?”

Tyra speaks up this time and admits, “Peter didn’t want his children involved with our world but the Cartel, they wanted an alliance. They knew your father would never marry off your sister, and rightfully so, and who’s the next best one in line...”

Roman finishes, “The consigliere’s daughter, fuck.”

“Roman!” Morgan snaps again, and he winces.

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