Page 56 of Useless Love

“Boss, give me a bit more time. I’ll find out if it’s Gaia or Arianna. My information is legit. I have an inside source, spilling his guts as we speak.”

“Fine. But don’t take too long.” I hang up.

My mind is spinning with all of the bits and pieces I know. My princess was bitter and aggressive yesterday when I bumped into her, yet earlier in the car she was back to her normal self. And she kissed me first…so was it really her at breakfast? And she really was in a bad mood? I thought I would get a clue using the gun in my glovebox, but she didn’t even flinch. What if my princess really does carry a gun in her purse? Before, she had mentioned not liking them so…

This is all so confusing. If she was in a bad mood yesterday, I can certainly forgive that. But if it was her, why did she ask about my cologne again? We already had that conversation once. And I can’t stop thinking about how her hand on my thigh and that kiss did nothing to my dick. Not even a twitch. Yet, when she kissed me in the car earlier today, my cock was on full alert.

Also, Arianna insisted before:“I’m my father’s favorite human being on the planet.”

Yet, at that first meeting with Bencivenga, he said plainly: “Arianna, is the only one I am offering. It’s her or no one. My other two are gentle creatures.”

First, of all…if the other twin sleeps around, why wouldn’t Bencivenga offer me that one? He’s a smart man and would have heard the rumors. He likely knows one of his daughter’s isn’t a virgin. Why not try to pull a fast one on me and offer that twin? Because I know for a fact that my princess is a virgin.

Also, how could his other two daughters possibly be gentler than my princess? Unless, this entire time she has been putting on an Academy Award winning performance, and the aggressive, unpleasant version I met at breakfast is the real her.

Fuck. I rub my temples. I have no fucking idea what to believe, but something is going on. I can feel it in my gut. My head hurts, trying to figure out this ridiculous situation.And I’d bet my life on the fact my own old man is involved in this somehow.

I’ve been sitting here long enough, so I start my car and head over to the old man’s residence. Last time I was here, I killed six of his bastard children and his whore. I smile to myself. That’s a good memory.

After his housekeeper lets me in, she leads me to my old man’s office in the back. When he glances up and sees that I’m here, he glares with angry eyes. “You have some fucking balls stepping foot in here considering how you make this place empty.”

My muscles tense, ready for any attacks. Guess he found out I was responsible for killing his second family.

I widen my stance and straighten my spine. “Exactly. I have true Gaudino balls.”

The old man could never play a game of poker. His face stiffens, revealing all of his cards. First, it looks like he might cry. Then anger follows, twisting his expression.

It makes me satisfied seeing him like this—he is an enemy of mine.

He nods to his soldiers to leave us alone. The funny thing is, they’re my soldiers now and he still hasn’t realized that I’ve secretly taken control of this organization. If I wanted, every soldier in this house would turn around and send him to reunite with his whore and bastards. Hell, even the housekeeper is under my control and knows to hide if shit goes down.

I stroll around his office, moving closer to his desk. “I didn’t come to offer my condolences over the loss of your six bastards. Instead, I’m here to remind you I’ll do anything to protect myself and my family. I’ll make sure Mother and Carla don’t get even a paper cut.”

The old man freezes in disbelief. “Just remember who gave you those balls you dare threaten me with.”

I frown. Should I just kill him right now? I want to, but believe it or not, there are rules; in our world, killing your father outright to achieve power doesn’t go over well. There must be an agreement among organizations to let a son kill his father. Somehow, that’s how my old man killed my grandfather with no consequences.

No, I must step back and manipulate things. My old man will meet an untimely death eventually. For now, I simply must behead a snake before it bites.

“Glad we’re no longer pretending,” I say “It was exhausting. Don’t you think? Fact is, you couldn’t lead piss into a toilet, much less this organization. It’s best if you step down.”

“Never gonna fucking happen,” the old man roars.

Pathetic. He looks scared even while talking tough.

“This marriage nonsense started with you,” I continue. “I am certain of it. However, I’m not about to be your puppet. The game ends tonight. I need the truth. Now.”

My old man actually gives me a smug look. “The truth about what? The marriage is for peace, nothing more.”

“No, there’s something else going on, and you’re going to tell me. Or maybe I’ll kill you.”

The old man pales at my words. “I’ll see you dead….before I take orders from you. You forget that I still run things here!”

“Do you?”

He stares at me for a moment, trying to look for clues in my face about the truth. Then he clears his throat, “Men! Capture my son and give him a good beating.”

The men that were waiting outside of the door all rush in. Then they stand there.

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