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It was too much, and yes Frankie was right.
I was tired and it was just a matter of time before I fell. Then I’d fail and what …
Become the whore he wanted to own. I’d lose myself, everything that mattered and made me, me.
Gio …
I hate you so much for leaving, but I wish like hell you were here to protect me. If not for me then for our son.
Chapter 3
Gio
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Ididn’t know anyone who polished their guns.
I didn’t even know it was a thing. You wouldn’t catch me doing shit like that.
Dante though …
Yep he had to, and was doing it right now. He was sitting around the dinner table polishing his guns. The twin Berettas his father gave him with the Japanese characters branded on the handle. He polished away with one of those lint free cloths people used on their glasses while he balanced his phone between his ear and his shoulder.
I would have asked why he didn’t just put the damn phone on speaker, but I knew why. He had to be talking to Maria, his wife. The look on his face told me that it was one saucy conversation he must have been having.
This would be one of those times where I would make fun of him or tease him in some way, but I wasn’t in the mood.
I’d just walked in the house and entered the living room, but I should have gone upstairs if I wanted to be alone to think.
The thing was maybe it was best to be around people, even if it was clear they were having phone sex with their wife.
How this guy found one woman to tie himself to was beyond me. Then again it was Maria, he’d always been in love with her—from childhood.
We had so many similarities with our stories and our friendship seemed to thrive off it.
His sister was murdered just like Marshall, my best friend. Someone killed her and we didn’t know who did it. Then six months ago all was revealed.
Marshall was killed two years after Dante’s sister had been murdered.
I returned to Chicago that summer a broken man, but my friend was there for me, understanding my pain.
Understanding it all and willing to share his support.
They were all there for me, all of them.
Claudius: the new Chicago mafia boss and one of my closest friends, Dante, Alex, and Jude.
Jude the traitor, as vindictive as he’d been, he was there for me too.
Dante glanced over to me and set his guns down on the table.
“Baby, I’m gonna have to call you back.” Dante now held the phone as he spoke into it. “Give Flynn a hug for me and tell him not to feed that hamster too much. Love you baby.”
A few seconds later he hung up and focused on me.
“If you wanted me to leave all you had to do was ask.” I tried to joke.
Dante chuckled. “Nah, those types a phone calls work best if you’re not in the house at all, or asleep.” He gave me one of his cocky smiles.
