Page 58 of Their Deviant Love
A few minutes later, we are climbing into the car. I grab some Tylenol and down three tabs. The tips of my fingers rub at my temples. My fucking head is killing me.
“You good, bro?” Patty asks.
“Fine. Let’s go home.” I need to go back to bed, not that I will get to do that.
A knock on my window has me reaching for my gun. When I see my mother’s face, I don’t stop reaching for it. But I do open the door and step out of the car.
“You’re brave showing your face around here,” I tell her.
“Connor, I’m your mother.”
“You lost that title when you decided to kidnap and torture my fucking wife. What do you want?” I’ve never wanted to hurt my mother, but fuck could I wring her neck right now, and it would be justified after what she did.
Why am I sparing her?
“I want to have a funeral. For your father. He deserves a farewell, Connor,” she says.
That’s why she’s here. For him. “He doesn’t deserve shit,” I hiss.
“Yes, he does. He was your father. He was the leader. We need to host a funeral,” she insists.
“Yeah? You gonna invite his oldest son to this funeral?” I ask her.
Her brows draw down in confusion, confirming what my uncle told me. She has no fucking idea. “What are you talking about?”
“He had an affair, Ma. Da has another kid out there. He was adopted out, but that’s not all. Your name is listed on the birth certificate.”
“Connor, that’s not right. That didn’t happen.” She shakes her head.
“Go ask your brother. He knows all about it.” I shrug.
“You are my only son, Connor. You are the rightful heir,” she tells me.
“Don’t worry, Ma. The organization will stay in the family. I’m not that fucking lucky.” I jump back in the car and slam the door shut. “Drive,” I tell Patty.
The first thing I do when I walk through the door is find Aurora. She’s in the gym with Levi. I don’t let her know I’m home yet. As much as I want to go and wrap my arms around her, I have shit to do. So I head into my father’s office, lock the door, and sit down at the desk. I suppose this really is my office now. I don’t want it though, which means it will always be my father’s.
I pick up my phone. I’ve been putting off this call, but it has to happen. I need to give them a heads up. Scrolling through my contacts, I find the name I’m looking for and press the green call button.
“Valentino,” the voice of Theo Valentino snaps down the line.Arrogant asshole.
“It’s Connor… O’Malley,” I tell him.
“I know who you are. What do you want? Other than to steal my niece away from her family?”
Guess we’re not over that yet.
“We’re coming back to New York next week,” I say.
“Yeah? Word on the street is there are still plenty of bullets with your name engraved in 'em.” There’s amusement in his tone. I’m sure they’d love for one of those bullets to find its way to my fucking head.
“My father made a deal with the Albanians. The deal has to go through. Or they at least have to think it’s going through,” I explain.
“Seems like ayouproblem,” Theo grunts.
“It will be ayouproblem if they get their hands on what they think they’re buying.” I shouldn’t enjoy knocking the smugness off him as much as I do. But, fuck it, my wife’s uncle is being an ass.
“What is it?”
