“We finally got together. Catalina, Dario, Niccolo, and I opened our relationship to be one while still having individual relationships. We’re polyamorous,” Isabella starts. Alessio turns around in his seat and the look on his face surprises me.
“Well, it’s about time. Just don’t do shit in front of me. I do not want to see my best friend and sister get it on,” Alessio declares as he makes a gagging noise to emphasize his point.
“We will do whatever we please, Ale. Deal with it,” Isabella declares, sticking out her tongue like a child.
“I will not deal with it. I’ll fuckin—” Alessio starts.
“Attento a cosa dici dopo, fratello.You will not harm her. Understand?” I order. Isabella grins wide, grabs my hand, and kisses my knuckles.
“Ti amo, tesoro,” she sings. I take her face in my hand and give her a chaste kiss on her lips.
“Ti amo, anch’io, farfallina,” I say, kissing her lips once more.
“Ugh, okay. I got it.Disgustoso,” Alessio says, rolling his eyes and facing the front.
Isabella chuckles as she cuddles closer to me. I pull my phone from my coat pocket and open my and Dario’s text thread.
Closing our thread, I lean into Isabella and inhale her scent. She smells like sex and I love it. I can’t wait until we are all together to have a whole lot of fun.
Chiara arrives at the casino and drives through the hidden entrance, which only Maeve, Dario, and my crew know about. We come to a stop and exit the vehicle while Chiara and Alessio grab Isabella and I’s luggage. I intertwine Isabella and I’s handsand move toward the elevator. Alessio and Chiara join us, and I push thePbutton, leading to my private office. It’s time to get down to business.
Isabella and I had a couple of hours to spare, so we spent time getting to know each other’s bodies. She is a sinful little devil, and I think Catalina must have rubbed off on her just a little, because she loves to challenge my dominance. But after this, I’m sure she’s learned she won’t get away with that when it comes to me. Isabella went down to check on the casino when one of her managers texted her that there was an emergency. Dario texted that they were on their way about an hour ago, so they should be here soon.
“Capo, Maeve è qui,” Alessio announces. I look at my watch and see it’s barely 7:00 p.m. Well, she’s early. I motion for him to let her in and he nods to Matteo, another of my bodyguards, to allow her entry.
Maeve’s usual power-suit attire is lacking as she struts in with an emerald green dress with a slit that stops on her right upper thigh. Her auburn locks cascade in unkempt waves down her back. Her signature black Dr. Martens combat boots are the only thing showcasing her usual self.
October trails behind a striking Maeve and catches me staring. She scrunches her nose and clenches her jaw. Aww, it looks like Maeve’s hacker and second-in-command has a little crush on her boss. That would look interesting. Catching October’s attention, I smirk and lift an eyebrow. She rights herself and removes a laptop from her briefcase. Maeve sits opposite me with her legs crossed and ready to talk business.
“I trust your flight wasn’t too bad?” I ask.
“It was fine. Nothing to write home about,” Maeve answers. I nod as October gathers the tech to sweep for planted bugs. She extends her hand and I place my phone in her palm, knowing the drill. Alessio approaches her and hands his phone over as October places all our phones in her faraday case to block out all radio and cell signals.
“Okay, now that we’re secure, have you heard anything else from yours or Dario’s contacts?” Maeve asks.
“Mine haven’t heard anything, but I know Catalina was going to talk to another dealer after Isabella and I left this morning. I’m sure they’ll fill us in when they get here,” I answer.
“Dario says he has a meeting with him in El Paso two days from now. Let’s take that as an opportunity to strike,” Maeve suggests.
Nodding, I agree with her statement and say, “That sounds like the most ideal place. It needs to happen fast—he won’t expect it.”
There’s a knock on the door and Alessio opens it, revealing a crazed Catalina and a heated Dario. October extends her hand as Catalina and Dario give her their phones. After everything is secure, Maeve and I get up and sit at a nearby table along with Dario.
“So what’s the plan? My machete has been feeling a little lonely,” Catalina starts.
“First, let’s discuss who we want to put in charge if we want to eliminate him. The other three are just as bad. ” Maeve reminds us of one major thing we haven’t considered. If we kill Andrei, his son, Ilya, is going to be in charge. By then, we might as well be living the same kind of hell because he’s exactly like his father.
Fuck, we’re screwed.
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Afterfinding out from another one of our other dealers that Andrei was working with the Albanians and cutting our product, I knew that we needed to devise a plan as soon as possible. I did have to hit the man a couple of times, but his dumbass took one look at my machete and decided to jump off his four-story work building. He knew what he was getting himself into when he decided to help Andrei by cutting the product for him.
We called up our local police contact, John Hayden, to check the status of the patient at the hospital. Yes, Willow’s father. She was in for the shock of her life when she found out he was in our pocket. She told us that motherfucker told her that he worked for us and scared her into thinking we would hurt her if she didn’t betray her oath and kill him for us. Talk about anotherfucking piece of shit. I swear, Sonny and Willow have the worst luck when it comes to fathers.
Convincing Willow to spend the weekend with us in Shreveport was not difficult. After being put on mandatory sick leave, she was all for a weekend vacation. However, getting Sonny on board was another story. But after Willow and Dario talked to him about letting go for once in his life, he was all for it. It also helped that Dario lightly touched his arm and whispered something in his ear that cemented that change up quickly.
Standing guard with Alessio, I’m amped up for a plan to put Andrei Sokolov and his sons in the ground. If I had my way, I would tie him and his sons up, strip them naked, chop their dicks off, and torture them slowly to make them regret ever crossing us. They call me a devil for a reason and I’m more than willing for them to find out just how psychotic I can be. I’m itching to be let off my leash and put my trusty machete to good use.
