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ChapterSeventeen
ELIO
Arrivingat the main house was always a tiresome event. Feleti was there, but we tended to stay apart when around the family. I needed them to think that just because I was the odd man out of the family, I still held some kind of familial tie to them. It made things easier, especially when I was sent to kill one of them.
Stepping through the familiar french doors was like stepping into a cemetery. Comforting, but you never forgot what lay beneath.
I moved further into the house. Maids and servants were preparing for the family dinner. I much preferred eating with my boys, and I swallowed back my anger.
“If it isn’t my bitch cousin. Saw you with some fags at a restaurant.” Rocco’s face scrunched up as he looked me up and down. “Should have figured you were a fucking sissy.”
I moved before a fully conscious thought had formed. My hand wrapped around his neck, and his back slammed into the wall. I dug my nails into his throat, wishing it was a blade.
“Talk about them again, and I will cut your tongue out and shove it up your ass.” I leaned closer, our noses nearly touching. “The only thing I was told was not to kill you. No one said I couldn’t hurt you.”
Fear flickered in Rocco’s gaze. He shoved me, and I finally released him. He coughed, rubbing at his red neck.
“Hey, you two—”
“Fuck off, Andino,” I said, unwilling to put up with his shit.
“Come on, Elio. You know the rules.”
I knew I’d kill them both with or without orders if given a chance. He took a step back.
“Hey, Rocco, the meeting is going to start soon. Everyone is showing up,” Andino said.
Rocco never took his eyes off me. “Fuck you.” His brown eyes were full of fury. “You’re nothing but my father’s rabid dog.”
I said nothing hoping he did more than talk. My hands itched to spill his blood. Rocco could say whatever he wanted about me. Yet, the moment he spoke about my boys, he’d practically begged for death by my hands.
I’d been so wrapped up tending to my men that I’d forgotten about seeing Rocco’s name on the reservations list. I hadn’t spotted him, but apparently, he’d seen me. I needed to text the guys and ensure they stayed close to Calvin, Sayge, and Dar.
Nothing on this earth would survive if I ever lost one of them. I’d burn it all down.
Rocco stepped closer, and I looked down at him. He was shorter than me by a few inches, and it was enough to make him red with anger.
He tilted his head back to meet my gaze. “When I take over, you will be the first one I put down.”
I stared at Rocco, unphased by his idle threats. The way he was going, he’d be dead before that ever happened.
The dining room doors opened, and the family’s murmurs stopped. The maids stood to the side, inviting us in. Rocco turned away from me and went to sit at his father’s right.
One day I would receive the go-ahead and slit his throat. Rocco didn’t deserve an ounce of my time. Even his death wouldn’t be special. I walked into the room and took my spot between my uncles, who were there by marriage.
I couldn’t wait to go home.
“Family, what a grand thing it is,” the old man said.
It was bullshit. If any one of them stepped out of line, he wasn’t above sending me to kill them, and they all knew it.
Every single Laureati in attendance lifted their glasses in a salute before taking a drink. I met Feleti’s gaze; he was the only Laureati I let near my boys or me. He looked just as bored as I felt.
There were better things to do, like fucking Calvin until he was nothing more than a crying mess again. Or bending Sayge over every surface in the house and making him cum until he passed out. Taking Dar apart would be a workout but one I’d relish in. He’d fight me with everything he had, only to submit and whimper for me in the end.
My cock twitched, and I bit the inside of my cheek. I forced myself to tune back into the meeting as the old man continued to talk.
“There has been talk that the cartel is moving into our territory,” the old man said.
