“Oh, that’s how you treat hookups. I’m your husband til death do us part,” he said with a smile that would made me pee my pants if I still thought he was sent to kill me. “So, who else?” he said impatiently.
I looked at Lorenzo for a last minute reason for why I shouldn’t tell him. My brother didn’t provide it.
“One person who might have a reason to get rid of me is…” I took a breath before admitting it, “our father.”
Kuroi thought about it. “I could see that.”
“You can? Why?” I asked surprised.
“You’re younger, you’re stronger, you’re smarter. You’re a threat.”
“A threat to what? I’m leading the family. His family.”
“Exactly. His family and you’re leading it. That could make a person feel a certain way.”
“A way to make a father put a hit out on his son?” I asked both offended and shocked.
“I would,” Kuroi volunteered.
“You would have your son killed for taking over the family business?”
“That would depend.”
“On what?”
“Did I give it to him or did he take it. If he took it and I wasn’t ready to let go,” Kuroi gestured across his neck.
Lorenzo replied, “But in your case, it would be more like,” and clutched his heart pretending to have a heart attack.
Kuroi looked at Lorenzo with fire in his eyes. I braced myself. Looks couldn’t kill but Kuroi could.
“I think what my brother is saying is that your reputation precedes you.”
“Oh, thank you!” Kuroi responded taking it as a complement. He turned to Lorenzo. “And I’m sure if anyone gave a fuck about who you were, your reputation would precede you, too.”
Lorenzo squirmed taking the insult on the chin.
“Anyway,” I interrupted. “You aren’t our father. So, I don’t know how relevant your opinion is.”
Kuroi leaned forward engaged.
“Tell me this, if your father were to send someone after you, who would it be?”
I looked at Lorenzo again.
“If he sent someone, the most-likely person would be Matteo.”
“The psycho who killed one of my father’s men by tying him to the back of a car and dragging him to death?”
“Yes. Our brother, Matteo.”
“Oh, he would totally kill you.”
Lorenzo laughed. I wasn’t sure why.
“You don’t know that,” I said dismissively.
“I’m saying he’s capable of killing you. I didn’t say he’s tried.”