Page 68 of Inherting the Mafia

"Because." Uncle Carmine stomped his foot. "He's not the kind of man that should be in charge."

Oh, I could see where this was going.

"And why is that, Uncle?"

"He's married to a man," my uncle insisted.

"He is," Tony agreed. "That man's name is Nico and he's very nice."

"He's gay!"

"News flash." Tony leaned his upper body closer. "So am I."

My uncle's mouth dropped open.

I smirked as I stepped over to Tony, grabbed his hand, and brought it to my lips, pressing a soft kiss to the top, before turning to look at my uncle. "Since Tony and I are now involved, guess that makes me gay as well."

Uncle carmine's eyes snapped to me. "You can't be gay."

"Been gay since I was twelve years old," I stated firmly. "Well, probably before that, but that's when I figured out I liked guys and not girls."

"You can't be gay in the mafia!"

"Well," I started, "considering a peace agreement between Luca and four of the five families in New York is in the works, and they are all gay, pretty sure gay in the mafia is here to stay."

Uncle Carmine's head jerked back. "What?"

"I've already spoken to Luca and Vinnie Borelli and they are both on board. Vinnie and Luca are currently speaking to the other five families in New York to see if they are interested, but yeah, we've all agreed to not only have a peace accord between our families, but to meet up once a month to keep the peace between us." Tony tilted his head a little. "Funny, the only family not invited to join was the Romano family."

"So, basically, three of the four families in Italy plus four, possibly five of the families in New York City have all agreed to peace between our families. The only one not on board with this is the one family not invited because they can't stand gay people." Tony smirked. "Imagine that."

Uncle Carmine stumbled back, collapsing into one of the chairs. "You haven't even been in Italy for more than a couple of days. How did you get them to all agree?"

Tony's eyes rolled. "Must be my winning personality."

"Things don't happen this way!"

Tony snorted "They do in my world."

He walked over to sit on the couch, crossing one leg over the other. I naturally followed, sitting down next to him and stretching my arm along the back of the couch behind him.

When Tony pulled out a knife and started cleaning under his fingernails with it, I leaned back. I didn't want anything to happen to my uncle, but I wasn't stupid enough to get between Tony and his prey.

"It's like this, Carmine. I am the last remaining D'Angelo. At some point, I am sure I will decide to have kids and I'll pass on the bloodline to the next generation, but until that time I amin charge." He pointed the knife tip at himself and then back to Carmine. "Me, not you. Understand?"

"Yes, of course, but—"

"No buts here...well, unless you count mine and it's a little sore after the pounding Vito gave me last night."

I tucked my lips in and bit down on them to stop myself from laughing when my uncle's face paled. I knew Tony was going to toss things upside down, but I hadn't exactly been expecting this.

"Do you see how he is speaking to me?" Uncle Carmine snapped as he glared at me.

"I do," I admitted, "but he's right. I did give him quite the pounding last night."

Tony must have liked what I said because he leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek before patting it. "Be a good boy and I'll let you do it again tonight."

I could be a good boy.

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