Page 35 of Once Upon A Christmas Kiss
“Well, I did talk with the Boss, he has a new favorite, Soldati, and he’s going to give the contracts to him. I’m fucking happy that he moved on to the next Soldati’s because I don’t want to put you and your family in danger.”
“That’s fucking awesome, thank God.”
“Indeed, I got you,” Christiano says, taking a pull of the beer.
“Good. I asked Jacob to meet with us; he should be here soon.”
“Okay, but then I need to go because I promised Noelle that I would be home for dinner.”
“Yeah, how is she doing? How’s my little guy?”
“Well, let me tell you. My little man Chris gets into everything; he shoves everything into his mouth; it’s insane what that little man gets into.”
“It’s incredible how babies can rule our world.”
Christiano laughs, shaking his head.
“Yeah, but we’re going to have to be firm when they get older.”
“Right, but that’s not going to be fun because Nicoletta already has to be wrapped around her little finger.”
“Yeah, you poor fucker, and now you’re going to have the ball and chain.”
“Fuck yes, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m fucking in heaven to have Antonella marry me. So when are you marrying Noelle?”
“When she decides it's right. She wants to lose the baby weight. She wants to find the perfect dress, fuck, don’t get me started. I’m ready when she’s ready.”
“Good to hear, let me get the door,” I say, nodding, hearing the door knock.
I walk out of the kitchen to get the door, pulling the door open, waving Jacob into my apartment.
“Hi,” Jacob says, lifting his chin.
“Hey,” I say, nodding, waving at him to follow me.
We walk into the kitchen; I open the refrigerator to grab some beers.
“Jacob,” I say, handing him a beer.
“Hi, Chris, Nic,” Jacob says, taking the beer bottle.
“Good to see you, Jacob,” Christiano says, nodding.
“I’m glad you came,” I say, taking a long pull of my beer.
“Yeah, I figured we needed to talk. But, what I can’t fucking believe is that you’re going to marry Antonella knowing full well that you’re fucking dangerous,” Jacob sneers, shaking his head.
“Jacob, enough! I’m not going to tolerate your fucking attitude and your interference in my relationship with Antonella. I’m going to take care of my girls, so stay the fuck out of my life, my family,” I snarl, lowering my eyelids, focusing on his fucking mug.
I’m done with his bullshit.
“Fuck you, I’m not going to stand by and let you bring them into your fucking darkness,” Jacob yells, pointing his finger at me.
“Look, asshole, I don’t give a fuck what you want! I’m marrying Antonella, and I’m taking care of my girls! So, it’s the last time that I’m telling you to stay the fuck out of my family business,” I growl, taking a pull of my beer.
I stare at Jacob, staring at his furious eyes, staring at me like he would love to kill me. Again, I don’t know how and when the fucker turned his back on our friendship.
That’s fucking bullshit!
