Page 42 of Our Mother's Sons

“You getting out the game?”

“Yeah. Like our mother said, you out, I’m out. When have we ever not did shit in twos? We made a vow that we would move as one nigga. That’s what we gone do. Plus, I got two girls that have been through enough for me to be bringing bullshit their way. Like you said, it ain’t worth it.”

Reaching over, my brother grabbed me by the back of my neck, and our foreheads met. Staring into eyes that matched my own, we stayed in place.

“It’s us.”

“Always.”

“Now let’s go end this shit so we can get back to our families.”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “Cuz I got some in house pussy now.”

“Jovani, please,” Melissa scoffed.

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“North Carolina?”

When we got off the jet, a truck awaited us, bringing us to the grand mansion’s gates. I was so in my head that I didn’t even ask what state we were headed to. North Carolina was the last place I expected a ruthless mob boss to be.

“Diamond Cove, North Carolina. This is where my daddy lives. Come on. We have to walk up.”

Melissa’s heels echoed on the pavement, and we followed closely behind her as she approached a gate tower. I’d noticed this bitch was guarded like this nigga was the president. Two guards were at the bottom of the brick tower and two at the top. I didn’t miss those snipers in their hands either. I’d planned on coming in here killing shit but not only were we outnumbered, but we were out gunned too. I hated to say it, but I was following Melissa’s lead on this one. I had my girls to get back home to.

Our mother spoke with the guards and after looking us over in a way to let us know they didn’t fuck with us, I pulled my grams close as they granted us entry. She’d been standoffish since the jet, and it was because we were entering the gates of the man who killed her only child. I knew she was struggling.

The walk from the gate to the home was less than a mile, and when the house came into view, I think all of our mouths dropped. No fucking wonder Melissa wasn’t tripping about us leaving the game, her daddy was loaded. Me and my brother’s homes were big but this shit was four of them in one. This shit was something like a castle and was more long than tall but it was still humungous. Melissa walked through the double doors like she still lived there, making me uneasy. For her to not have the mafia on her side she damn sure was able to walk through the gates with armed niggas. If I had to kill my mama, I damn sure would. I liked her a little, but she wasn’t an exception to this gunplay.

“This shit tacky as hell,” my grandmother grunted as we stood in the grand entry. The inside of the house reminded me of an opera play. There was even some type of Italian music playing in the distance. You could smell a faint hint of cigar smoke over the cleaning products the maid used on the stairs. When she noticed us, she grabbed her supplies and scrambled up the stairs and down a hall.

“You lived here?” Jeovanni asked.

“For a time, yes. He lived in Italy, and this home was just our US estate. He’s settled here now.” Melissa smiled. It was apparent that she was a daddy’s girl and if she kept bigging her weak ass father up, I was going to let Joanna take off on her ass like a rocket.

Hearing footsteps we all clutched our guns as men appeared. I didn’t know what the fuck I expected Bendetti to look like but the nigga was the opposite. I’d seen baby pictures of our father and could see many of our features in Jonah. The rest of our looks came from our mother, or so I thought. Staring at this nigga in front of us was almost like looking in the mirror. He was the fucking Italian version of us down to the stature, build and the height. It didn’t look like Jonah fought back in the bedroom with Melissa.

“Daddy! How are you?”

Melissa opened her arms and fell into her father’s embrace. He had a total of twenty men, ten on either side of him and even though those niggas were in suit and tie they were strapped. I was starting to feel like Melissa had brought us into the den of a lion, and with the way my twin looked at me, I could tell he felt the same.

Bendetti gave us a look of disgust, even though his arms were wrapped around his only child. My grandmother clutched my arms, and I pulled her into my chest, kissing the top of her head.

“Melissa, what the fuck is this? You bring them here? To my home?”

Melissa’s grin fell from her face as her daddy princess moment was cut short. She removed her arms from his waist and stepped back, her heels echoing on the marble.

“Daddy, these are your grandsons, Jeovanni and Jovani,” she pointed so that he could identify who was who.

“I know who the fuck these monkeys are. Why the fuck are they in my home?”

“You think calling us racial slurs hurt? Nigga we the black version of you so what the fuck that make you?”

“An albino monkey,” I spat.

“Ooh ooh aah aah, looking ass.”

Bendetti’s pale face grew red. That nigga was so against black that he didn’t even have that tan glow most Italians had. He was white as fucking snow down to the hair on his head and beard on his face. You would think his ass had never step foot out of this house to get some sun.

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