Page 54 of Mafia King: Matteo
CHAPTER 19
MATTEO
I phone my brother before breakfast.
“Niccoló, how are you?” We rattle off words in Italian.
“Fine, fine. Everything is good here. How are you, brother?”
“Good. I’m getting married.”
“I don’t believe it. I thought I’d be the first to get married.”
“Sorry, I beat you to it.”
“Who is she? Gorgeous and witty, I hope.”
“She is. Her name is Alena Pasnov. She’s the daughter of the Russian syndicate’s advisor.”
“Not the Don’s daughter?”
“His daughter is not Russian-born, and his son-in-law will take over for him shortly. Rumor has it he’s married to his illegitimate love child, though.”
“She’s taken then, can’t mess with that one,” he chuckles.
“No, I wouldn’t want to. We have leverage over the advisor, and as it turns out, Alena’s best friend is the Don’s illegitimate daughter,” I add. “My marriage is a business deal.”
I need an heir. I’ll never give her anything other than a good fuck and shoot my seed inside her.
“How did the building deal go? The uncles are all waiting for you to fuck up,” he informs me.
“I know. It’s a done deal. You can pass the information on. Giuseppe and Luca have been bitching and complaining. Luca wanted me to use an ice pick on the old man.”
“Figures, he’s into dramatics.” Niccoló knows him well. “But who knows what he’s capable of?”
We’re both silent for a minute.
“I have the building. Wu tried to sell it to the Russians, and he won’t be an issue in the future.”
“No loose ends, eh? Then the bastard got what he deserved.”
“Mm, he did,” I reply dolefully. “It had to be done to send a message. No one can say I’m weak.”
“That’s for sure.”
“So, any news from you?” I wonder when he’s going to propose to Chiara.
“No. Chiara has been busy with work. I think we’re in a bit of a slump. She’s tired and a bit depressed since Dad died.”
“That’s odd. No one liked the old fucker. If it weren’t for the uncles, I would have danced on his gravesite.”
“Yeah, it would have been a party. Well, he can have it in hell, as I’m sure that’s where he is. He was mean. I can’t imagine what you went through for us.”
“Don’t give it a thought,” I say. “I want you to have a happy life.”
He knows there are scars from him whipping my back. The wounds have faded with time but will never be erased from my memory. The old man loved to take his anger out on me. I gladly took the beatings to save my younger siblings. It was traumatic enough that Mom died suddenly.
Gio enters the breakfast room.
