Page 11 of Clash Of Worlds

I glanced at Trevor who only nodded and then stood up, roaming in his closet and coming out minutes later, looking every inch the powerful Irish Mobster on his way to meet the equally powerful Italian mafia.

With a sigh, I threw the covers off and then trailed after him out of the room.

“Dad,” I greeted, kissing his cheek as we walked into the dining area.

“I’m glad to see you safe, Lucia. Would prefer other clothes, but I do understand.”

I rolled my eyes at his comment but wouldn’t dare stop the smile from coming, mentally laughing at the glare he gave me.

“Now, Russo, what brings you to my wee lil’ house.”

“Really Trevor, this isn’t a wee little house. Besides, you had my daughter, I was coming by to get her and talk to you.”

“I would have taken her home, you know.”

I looked at my dad as he glanced at the men in the room, then shifted my focus to Trevor as he gestured for everyone to get out.

“I don’t mind talking in front of men, you know this, Doyle.”

“I do. So whatever you have to say is pretty private.”

“It is.” I locked my eyes with my dad, already seeing the onset of this topic. “As I’m sure you’ve heard, there was another bombing. I know it didn’t cripple our status, but it still is a blow. I’m coming to think that someone wants us to go to war.”

“Funny, Lucia thought the same thing,” Trevor said. “I do have to agree with both of you. She also believes this is a power play.” I nodded my head to him to go on as he glanced at me. “She’s a smart one. Has a lot of ideas about these recent acts.”

“She does. She would make a fine wife.”

I sucked in a sharp breath, not fully shocked by his words; just more so how he blurted them out.

“I…I agree.”

“Come now, Doyle, don’t play dumb, it doesn’t look good on you. We’ve fought over this city for decades, finally coming to a truce. Now we have a common enemy trying to outdo all our hard work. I don’t know about you, but this is my city just as much as it is yours and I don’t want another war that’s going to cost me billions and lots of lives.”

“I agree. So, what’s your game plan?”

“Me,” I finally offered. “A union, a marriage, between you and me. A uniting of the families so nothing can undo it.”

~ Chapter Seven ~

Trevor

I glanced at Lucia, gauging her reaction.

I wasn’t opposed to the idea, not by a long shot.

Honestly, if there was a woman I was going to marry, it would be someone like her. Someone who could help me with insight, with thoughts, someone who could help ease some of the burden.

And the idea of uniting the families had merit. It would be our kids who controlled the whole city, and I rather liked the sound of that.

“Do you object?” I asked her, lifting a brow.

“I do suppose there are worse men out there for me to spend the rest of my life with.”

Without a second thought, I reached over, tickling her side, causing her to laugh, and I enjoyed the sweet sound.

No, I don’t think I would be bored with someone like her by my side.

“I know you, Trevor. You might live on the other side of the river, but you’re a good man. I would trust you to treat my daughter well.”

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