Page 30 of Apple Martinis

I attempt to look out the hole but can’t quite make out anything other than there being several men standing at an entrance. Getting a good look at the door, I assume this to be a tractor trailer that is usually moved with an eighteen wheeler.

Fuck! They plan to ship us somewhere.

What the hell am I going to do? I know Rome would have called the cops but this is the type of shit that normally goes unsolved.

There’s no one to save me.

The thought has me curling up into a ball and crying softly into the dark when they close the doors once again.

Giovanni

I’m packing my bag, looking forward to getting back home after being gone for more than two weeks when my phone rings in my pocket. Taking it out, I see that it’s my brother and answer it with a grin.

“Has Fiona and the kids finally left you alone long enough to use the phone?” I laugh.

“You know, two sets of twins is fucking exhausting!” His growl makes me laugh even harder.

“My boys giving you a headache Uncle Alex?” I shorten his name like the kids do.

He doesn’t mind when they do it but fucking hates when someone else does.

“Shut up jackass. I’m calling about something important.” He says and I stop everything that I’m doing.

“Raven okay?” I ask about my wife who’s currently expecting our third child.

Hopefully we finally have our little girl so we can be done with making babies. Not that we care about having more. It’s just that pregnancy seems to have issues with Raven.

She had to have an emergency C-section with the boys after being put on complete bed rest for most of the pregnancy. This time around seems to be going about the same. She’s currently laid up at home with a live-in nurse that I hired to stay with her.

Fiona and Baratta, A.K.A Uncle Alex, have been watching our boys. I know first hand how much of a handful they can be.

“Raven is fine. I went by to check on her last night before going home. She’s doing fine other than all those crazy hormones that seem to make women nuts.”

I can tell he just rolled his eyes. My brother, who looks exactly like me, is different in his own way. He doesn’t truly understand how being pregnant can affect so many things. Hell, no man really can anyway.

“So what’s so important to call me at four in the morning.”

“Why are you up at four in the morning?” He counters and it’s my turn to roll my eyes.

“I’m packing up to head home. What else would I be doing?”

“Get the job done?” He asks.

“Of course I did. I always do, don’t I? Now tell me why you’re calling.” I demand, zipping up my bag.

“Our brother called.” His words stop me in my tracks.

Not too long ago Baratta and I were called over to our Uncle Tony’s for what he said was something important.

When we finally got there, he informed us that our shitty ass father had another son that was younger than us. He’d had an affair with some woman then left her. The piece of shit.

While everyone, including Uncle Tony knew about his affair, no one knew that a child had been created in the short relationship.

That child had finally made contact by calling the house. Aunt Morgania was who answered the phone. He didn’t speak to her, instead he hung up.

After the second time it happened, Uncle Tony had the call traced and the person looked into.

He found out through his private investigator all there was to know about him. He then told us.

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