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Nicoli lifts a hand and points a finger at me as if he’s on the verge of saying something, but then lowers his arm and slowly walks toward the door, picking up the box with some of my things he had dropped earlier.

He turns with the box in hand and walks back into my room, abruptly dropping the box on my bed before turning to face him. “Enjoy your room.”

“Where are you going?”

“Tuscany.”

“What?”

“Tommaso is in desperate need of disembowelment.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re being overdramatic and irrational.”

He stops at the door and turns to face me, his expression hard lines and sharp edges. “The last guy brought the wrong man into our club, and I made him eat glass before I severed his jugular. Now imagine what I’d do to a man who had his dick all up in your cunt?”

“You’re insane.”

“Oh, you have no idea, Hummingbird. No fucking idea.”

ChapterTwenty-Three

NICOLI

“So, it turns out that Felix was also the guy who tried to recruit our girls.” Maximo takes his seat by the table.

“Aldo Costa?” I ask.

“Yup. We managed to identify him by the dollar sign tattoo on his neck.”

I smirk. “So, I killed two birds with one bullet. A thief and a rapist. Look at me go.”

Alexius glowers at me, unamused and clearly wearing his no-time-for-bullshit suit today. “You and Mira need to start making appearances.”

“I know.” I place my fists on the table, turning my attention to Maximo. “Are you sure you’re the one with the balls between the two of you? Because your sister has a nut sack of steel.”

Maximo laughs. “Can I just say that it thrills the shit out of me to see her make your life so damn uncomfortable.”

“Uncomfortable, my friend, is the understatement of the century.”

Alexius snorts. “Welcome to married life, brother.”

I scoff. “At least you’re having sex, multiple times a day, even. Me? All I’m getting is a good daily case of blue balls.”

Maximo clears his throat, and I glance at him, his face red and jaw set.

“Sorry,” I say, internally cringing. “It’s gonna take some time getting used to being married to your sister, wanting to fuck her brains out, andnotsaying it out loud when you’re in the room.”

“Moving on.” Alexius shifts in his seat, placing his hands on the table. “Nunzio is searching high and low to find something that will help him out of this hole his cousin has put him in. The last thing that man wants is to be in our debt over what Felix tried to do to Nicoli’s wife.”

“And how do we know this?” Isaia asks, and both Alexius and I shoot him a look as if he has just turned into the dumbest fuck alive.

“You know,” I start, “sometimes, it’s easy to forget you’ve only been sitting here at this table for a year. But then you go and say stupid shit like that.”

“I’m serious.” He shrugs. “Why wouldn’t he simply accept that his cousin fucked up by trying to rape Nicoli’s wife and just move on?”

“Because it’s not that simple. I know I wouldn’t,” Alexius says in an even tone. “If I wanted to get my dick wet in a trade that I know will make me millions and then some, plus guarantee me friends in high places, I would do whatever it takes to make that happen. I would not let a dead cousin with a hard-on screw that up by shaming me in front of the family I’m trying to fuck up the ass.”

“There you go.” I lean back in my seat. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

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