Page 3 of Octavious
I don’t mind the extra clean up this will cause. My men are always ready for more money-making opportunities. The ski resort will be an excellent hideaway. Plus, all of the gorgeous ski bunnies that come up to Mount Olympus for some fun in the snow and warming up at night. It is the perfect place to meet gorgeous women who are not looking for attachments.
My problem? The pretty brunette from across the lodge keeps looking at me with the innocent doe eyes. She looks so sweet in her snow boots and leggings that leave nothing to my imagination- and a form fitting sweater. The material of her leggings is stretched tight against her shapely legs and around her ass. I know this because she keeps showing me her ass. The whole look is topped off with white boots with white fur sticking out giving the perfect contrast to her black leggings.
“Octavious!” Alek shouts.
I want to punch him for interrupting my reveille. “What?” I bark. I twirl the Scotch in the tumbler in my hand and keep my eyes on the pretty girl. She’s more appealing than these fuckers in front of me.
“Balak wants to know the plan.”
Balak is a fucking idiot who should have been whacked a long time ago. The fact that I have let him live this long is a true testament to my patience. I should be praised by Zeus himself. Fuck Balak. He has been one of the leading causes of a few botched deals.
Why had I not killed him, you ask. The answer is black and white. Balak is the grandson of the founding syndicate we represent. Needless to say, unless Balak truly fucks up, I meanfucks up,he gets a good free pass.
That doesn’t mean I’m not going to give him shit every chance I get for being a complete and utter moron.
“If Balak would kindly pull his head out of his ass, I’m sure he would have figured out the plan when I explained it before. Don’t you think?” I down the rest of my Scotch and place the tumbler on the bar top in front of me.
Balak scoffs and growls. “Look, Octavious, I’m sorry. I had to be home for some shit.”
My men follow very simple rules and I have never kept them from these assholes. The first rule is, The Andino Family comes first. The second rule is, when I call, you get your fucking ass here.
My fist curls. I would punch him in the face if it weren’t the fact we were in the middle of the ski lodge. We don’t need any more bad publicity here.
“I’ll explain it one more time. That’s it. Next time we have to have the same conversation more than once, I’m going to fuck some shit up.”
Balak nods. He’s balding on the top of his head and his tanned skin glisten in the fluorescent light of the lodge. “Yes, boss.”
My Greek Orthodox crucifix is heavy on my chest as I explain the plan once again. It doesn’t matter how brutal I have become; my crucifix is always with me. The titanium is cold against my overheated skin from sitting so close to the fireplace in this ski lodge.
Well, that’s one reason for my skin being hot. It could have something to do with the beautiful brunette that just bent over in front of me.
With the plan relayed to my men, I take a second to look around for my target. “Have you seen Mattias?” I question Balak since he was the last one to join us.
He shakes his head. “No.”
I feel the sharp and unmistakable metal of a gun being shoved into my back before I could respond. I don’t do anything. The man would be stupid to kill me.
Chapter Three
Vera
After a week of self-pity and gorging on ice cream, I decided I needed to get out of bed and put on some actual clothes. I have been lounging around in pajamas without a bra for this whole week. I wouldn’t be surprised if my tits were down to my knees by the end of my self-pity party.
Lucky for me, I’m my own boss. If I was my own employee, I would have fired me. I know it is a horrible reason to skip out on work, but I needed time to chill and wallow in my self-pity.
I’m twenty-eight years old and have had one serious boyfriend. You can imagine the men who are banging on my door after finding out who my father is. There aren’t any men. No one wants to date me after being introduced to dear old dad.
I try not to fault them for it back in high school and before I got wifed up by Servos. The men who did seem interested didn’t the second a rumor began to circulate around the school.
Servos thought it was cool to date the mafia princess. The one woman in our school who seemed to be untouchable, he must have been drawn to it. I don’t know why he wanted to date me. It might have been because he got off on the fear.
My father and his family didn’t welcome Servos into the mafia. Servos didn’t do anything that spectacular to warrant going through any of the recruitment the family does. I knew my dad only tolerated him because of me. I’m okay with that.
“Are you ready?” Iago, my best friend in the entire world, asks me as he leans on the door jam.
Iago’s thick brown hair is perfectly styled and looks as if he just ran his fingers through it. I know differently, though. I know Iago spent at least thirty minutes on his hair before going to the ski lodge.
Iago’s the son of Nicholas Thanos, a member of my father’s family. Iago and I spent a lot of time together growing up since a lot of people didn’t understand how it was to be the child of a made man.
