Page 52 of Ruthless Mafia Daddy

She’s strong-willed, I’ll give her that.

I refuse to face the drive back to Westchester in rush hour, so I message Marco and Rosa to let them know I’m staying in our penthouse.

When I stroll out of the elevator a few hours later, I find my brother sitting on the couch with a scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other.

“Put that shit out. Go to the roof if you want to smoke.”

Marco grins, taking a long drag of his cigar. “The roof is where we go to kill people, Andre, not kick back with a cigar.”

“You’re the one who started bringing business back here, not me. You only have yourself to blame.” I sigh, shrugging out of my suit jacket and tossing it over the back of the couch. “Pour me one of those, would you?”

Marco balances his cigar between his lips as he carries his own half empty glass to the bar.

I sink down onto the plush leather couch. “I’m surprised you’re in the city.”

“Rosa is having a bunch of her friends over to celebrate the end of finals.”

“Ah.” I grin. “I’m glad she’s having fun.”

“Me too.” Marco hands me my drink before taking a seat on the couch opposite.

I grind my teeth as he kicks back and puts his shoes on the glass coffee table.

“I had a meeting with Sergio today.”

“How the fuck did you manage that?” I down my drink in one gulp, hissing as the alcohol burns my throat.

“It doesn’t take much when you threaten a guy's wife and kids.” Marco shrugs.

“Fuck’s sake, Marco.” I rub my brow with my thumb and forefinger. “What did you learn?”

Marco drops his feet back onto the floor and leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs.

“Lorenzo is planning on sending you a message.”

“How?” Marco takes a deep breath, and I instantly sit up straight. “How?”

“Through Rosa.”

“Fuck!” I get to my feet and throw my empty glass against the wall where it shatters into a thousand crystal pieces. “You knew this, and you left her alone at the fucking house? I’m going to fucking kill you once this is handled, Marco.” I storm around the couch, grabbing my jacket and heading for the elevator.

“She’s not alone.”

“No, she’s got however many of her friends with her who are now all in danger because of us.”

“Xander is there.”

Xander is one of our personal bodyguards, and the only one I trust to look after Rosa when we’re in the city.

“Get him to bring her here, now. Pull her from school immediately. I don’t want her out of my fucking sight, you hear me?”

“Andre, listen.” Marco gets to his feet.

The urge to grab my brother by his collar and slam him into the wall for being so fucking reckless about our sister’s safety is making my hands shake.

Marco keeps his distance, probably feeling the rage emanating from me.

“If we pull Rosa from school, Lorenzo will know someone went behind his back and leaked the information to us. We can’t afford for Sergio to get killed, not when we’re this close.”

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