Page 43 of Inherting the Mafia

"Who has your family?" I asked.

"I don't know." The doctor slumped. "They forced their way inside my house an hour ago and took my family hostage. They said if I didn't do exactly what they said, they'd kill them."

"And what were you supposed to do?"

The doctor let out a little sob before digging into his pocket and pulling out a syringe. "I was supposed to give this to a man named D'Angelo."

"Me?" I almost dropped the knife as shock rolled through me. I grabbed the syringe and then shoved the doctor away from me. "Man, I'm getting really tired of people trying to kill me."

It seemed to happen just a little too often.

"Luca, can I borrow a few of your men?"

Luca's eyebrows lifted. "Can I ask why?"

I pointed at the doctor. "I need to go rescue that dumbass's family."

"Why don't you and Vito get cleaned up and get some rest," Luca replied. "My men can handle the rescue."

"As much as that man deserves it, I don't want any innocent people involved in this mess. Make sure they don't get hurt."

Luca nodded before grabbing his phone and barking out some orders. After he was done, he glanced at Franco. "I wantthe good doctor taken to the basement. He can stay there until we get this all figured out."

"Yes, sir," Franco replied.

"Also, make sure a room is prepared for our guests. I'll see about getting another doctor."

"Just get me a first aid kit," I countered. "I can patch Vito up."

It wasn't like I hadn't done something like this before.

"He should really see a doctor," Luca pointed out, "maybe have some tests run for internal injuries."

"Tony can look after me," Vito stated. "The less people that know we're here, the better. If word got out that we were killed in your territory, there's going to be an all out war between the families. Neither Tony or I fall under the family veil."

My eyes widened. "Do you think that's why we were dropped off here? To implicate Luca?"

"That would be my guess," Vito replied. "We were kidnapped outside of Tortona and now we're in Palermo. If they had simply wanted us dead, they would have killed us there. If they want to implicate Luca, they kill us here."

"But I have no beef with you," Luca said. "While our families haven't always been the best of friends, there have been no major scuffles in over twenty years."

"Actually," Vito started, "I don't think it's you specifically. Tony and I suspect a rat inside our organization. They seem to know pretty much everything we do before we do it. I think they are simply trying to push the blame off on someone else and you drew the short straw."

Luca's dark eyebrows snapped together. "Could it have anything to do with Nico? I know not all the families agree with two gay men being in our business. I'm pretty sure they spit blood when they found out we got married. Gay is not popular in the mafia."

I snorted as I crossed my arms. "They'd better get used to. They can put a bullet in my head before I sleep with a woman."

I refuse to pretend I was something I wasn't, and I was not straight. Never had been, never planned to be. I was gay right down to my toenails and I liked me that way.

Chapter Twelve

~ Vittorio ~

Tony was gay?

That shouldn't excite me so damn much. Tony was untouchable even for me. He was the boss, the head of the D'Angelo family. I had no business even thinking about waning to take him to bed.

I just couldn't seem to help myself.

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