Page 40 of One Wild Night

"Dead," I breathed, downing my whiskey. Carlo was pleased, I could tell by his face.

"Will you need any help tracking down this Paul Jenkins? I'm quite tied up with the commissioner at the moment. He wants more hush money." Greedy asshole.

"I've got it under control so far, but I'll let you know," I replied as Carlo poured us another drink. "How has it been here while I've been away, apart from the commissioner?"

"Taxing," Carlo stressed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Tony has been rather challenging these last few weeks."

"Nothing new, then," I chuckled into my whiskey glass.

"I had to give him a beating last week," Carlo sighed. "He's out of control, and I have no idea how to rein him back in."

"Why did you have to give him a beating?" I glared. Fuck, it better not have anything to do with Siena. If Carlo had used force, it must have been bad. Maybe he lost some of Carlo's money while he was dipping his dick in a new pussy at the club, or maybe he failed at a job. Tony did that sometimes, when his mind wasn't on his work. That was how he got shot the last time. The fucking idiot.

"He got a little rough with..." Carlo stopped, looking at me. "It doesn't matter, actually. It's all been sorted out, now."

"He got a little rough with who?" I snarled, slamming my glass on the table.

"Ryan, calm yourself. I have already rectified the situation. Tony won't ever lay a hand on Trixie again." That was all it took for me to hurl out of my chair and march out to find that motherfucker!

He had to be in the mansion somewhere. I spotted his car when I arrived. I ran into Adam as the anger surged through every vein in my body.

"Where is Tony?" I fumed at him.

"In the study. We're about to play a game of poker if you want to join us. How was Brazil?" I didn't even answer him as I raced to the study. "Ryan, what the fuck is wrong?" Adam called, but I had already pushed my way into the room.

Tony was sitting there laughing into his whiskey glass with some little blonde slut on his lap, trying to play the big man. Who the fuck did he think he was? He wasn't the boss yet.

"Ryan!" Tony beamed, looking up at me. He was drunk. "You're back." He pushed the blonde off his lap like she meant nothing. I couldn't believe he was doing that shit to Siena in her own fucking home. She could have walked in on him at any moment. Or did Tony know she'd still be at the club? The fucker! I was losing it even more. "You look really troubled, man," Tony frowned as he stood in front of me. "How did it go in Brazil?"

I answered him with my fist flying hard into his face. This smug piece of shit had to pay. I wouldn't let him keep doing this to Siena. She was too good for that.

"You motherfucker!" I snarled, hitting him again, this time in the stomach.

"Ryan," Tony winced, holding his stomach in pain. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Hurt her again and I will fucking kill you!" I roared. I was about to hit him again, but Carlo's voice stopped me.

"Everyone out, accept Ryan and Tony!" Carlo bellowed. The room was empty in seconds.

"You bastard!" Tony fumed, trying to tackle me to the ground. I dodged him instead, and shoved him onto the poker table. Glasses, cards, and chips flew everywhere.

"STOP THISNOW!" Carlo's demand was a final warning. "I have already dealt with this matter, Ryan. It is none of your concern!" None of my concern? Siena...no, wait; Carlo was right. What the fuck was I doing? I never got this worked up over pussy.

"He's out of fucking control, Father. He should be punished! I think he broke my fucking nose," Tony whined, moving off the table as he wiped his bloodied nose.

"You deserve far worse," I seethed back at him.

"Ryan, I sent you to Brazil to get all of this out of your system. We can't run a business this way with my boys in a constant feud," Carlo stressed. "It has to stop right now! We have bigger things to worry about than Trixie. You got what you wanted, now things have to go back to the way they were before. She is Tony's girlfriend, and you should be grateful for the time you had with her!" Grateful? I needed to count to ten before I lost it with Carlo, too. I could never afford to disrespect Carlo like that; I wasn't his son.

"I'm willing to forgive and forget. How about we shake on a fresh start, Ryan ?" Tony murmured. Carlo turned to me, waiting for my response.

"Okay," I sighed, dusting off my suit that had some of Tony's blood on it. Damn, this was my favorite suit! I clasped Tony's hand hard, glaring at him in silent warning.That's right, fucker; you better treat her like a princess, or I will come after you!"To a fresh start...brother," I replied.

"Yes,brother," Tony smiled. Yeah, like that meant anything. I wasn't stupid. I knew Tony hated me—he had for years—he only kept up pretenses for his father’s sake. The moment he took over for Carlo, he'd want me dead. I had always known my fate. Death was something I faced daily, and like I'd said before, I wasn't afraid of it. Tony could fucking try to kill me; that didn't mean I would go down without a fight!

"Now," Carlo clapped his hands before patting us both on the back, "I think you two should get some rest and clean yourselves up. I have news for the two of you tomorrow. We are having a family meeting at noon. Everyone is to attend." Family meetings didn't happen often, and it could only mean one thing: some serious shit was going down.

I waited for a cab outside the mansion. I could have called Jamie, but it was almost one in the morning. I saw a car pull up into the driveway and held my breath, knowing that it was Siena getting back from her shift at the club.

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