Page 57 of Black Widow's Kiss

“Maybe. What makes an ass so good it could turn my brother?”

“Watch your fuckin’ mouth, Matteo.”

“I’m just saying, there’s got to be something really good under there if it could turn you gay. Maybe you should spread the love,” Matteo said gesturing to me.

That was when Dante jumped up, reached across the table, grabbed a knife and pressed it to his brother throat.

“I said watch your fuckin’ mouth. You understand me?”

Not getting what was going on, Matteo laughed.

“Alright. I got it. I’ll watch what I say.”

When Dante didn’t move, I added, “I think he gets it.”

“I get it, Dante. I get it,” he said holding up his hands.

It took a second, but Dante relaxed. I looked around at the people who had stopped to stare at us.

“He thought he was choking,” I told everyone watching us. “False alarm. You are dismissed.”

Eventually everyone returned to their meal and everyone at our table relaxed.

“So, I hear that you are the one responsible for Dante and my marriage,” I asked refocusing on why we had come.

“And it looks like you two should be thanking me,” he said proudly.

“You think anything that happens between Kuroi and me lets you off the hook for the crazy shit you pulled.”

“You know why I did it, Dante,” Matteo said defensively.

“Why did you do it?” I asked curiously.

Matteo turned to me.

“Because that fucker messed up my friend’s little sister,” Matteo said immediately angered.

“Messed up how?”

“Messed up in the way that gets you killed,” Matteo explained. “You should know something about that.”

“So, you’re saying he deserved it?”

“He was practically asking for it.”

“Is that why you took a shot at Dante? Was he asking for it too?”

“What are you talking about? Who took a shot at you?” Matteo asked his brother.

“Don’t play dumb. We know you took a shot at him,” I continued.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Dante?”

A reluctant Dante leaned forward with his elbows on the table and said, “I think what Kuroi is trying to ask you is, where were you when I went to Sato’s? Did you follow me up there?”

“Follow you up there? Why would I follow you up there?”

“To take a shot at me when I was leaving.”

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