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He shakes his head. “Well, I knew Paul and Dad did.”

“The four of them have known each other almost their entire lives,” I smile across at him before returning my focus to the road.

“How come Alberto wants to fight the others then?” Elio persists.

“Well, the four of them moved to Australia together. They were in their early twenties I think. Our Nonno, Dad’s Dad, was already in Australia…”

“Why was he here?”

“Ah, umm. Well, Nonno left Nonna and his kids about fifteen years before that. Not sure why he chose Australia, but he moved here and…well, by the time Dad and his friends arrived, he had a new family.”

“Fucking wanker!” Elio’s choice of words makes me chuckle. At 14 he uses every opportunity to express himself in ‘adult’ language.

“Yeah, dog move huh?” I agree. “Anyway, Nonno set up theFamigliain Sydney and was running things by the time the guys moved here. The four of them became Nonno’s most loyal soldiers, then his respected capos, and by their late twenties they were his underbosses and closest advisors.”

“So Alberto worked with Dad, for Nonno?”

“He did. When Nonno passed on in 1991, Dad took over as the boss of Sydney and most people were happy about it. But, Alberto argued that the four of them had all become Nonno’s sons and that Dad was not the natural heir. He wanted a shot at being boss himself.”

Elio is hanging on to my every word and has forgotten to keep watch, but I have been checking as well and we aren’t being tailed.

“Then what happened?” he prompts me.

“There was a lot of tension. Alberto fell out with Dad and Paul and David. It became obvious that he could no longer work for theFamiglia. So he left and moved to Melbourne. I don’t know the whole story, but he ended up becoming boss of the MelbourneFamigliaand things settled down.”

“So why is he fighting Dad now? If he got Melbourne?” Elio frowns.

“Because he still wants Sydney, Elio. He is angry and holds a grudge. He wants Sydney and Melbourne.”

“Greedy arsehole,” Elio grumbles.

“Yup. He is very greedy. Speaking of which, are you hungry? Let’s grab some Maccas!” I have told my younger brother enough for tonight so I shamelessly distract him with the promise of fast food.

Chapter Eleven

Giovanna

“I’ll catch you later, G. I’m off on my first date with my future missus.” Elio drawls as he pokes his head around the door. Sarcasm drips off him and the way he is dragging his feet you would think he was off to work a shift cleaning toilets, not taking a ten-out-of-ten stunner out for dinner.

“Don’t look so excited, little brother,” I tease.I would be like a kid the night before Christmas if I were him.

He shrugs. “She’s fucking hot. It’s the marriage bit that I don’t like.”

I wish he would take this more seriously if only for Francesca’s sake. His disdain for the whole thing is going to hurt her. She deserves to feel like her husband is desperately in love with her, but at the very least she shouldn’t be made to feel like he is repulsed by the idea of marriage to her.

“Be good to her. None of this is her fault.” The guilt for the role I am playing in pushing this arranged marriage is eating at me.

“I never asked for this either. Anyway, better go. Do you think my wife will put out on the first date?” He takes off before I can throw a piece of stationery at him.

He would say he was joking, but he will absolutely try to shag her tonight and if it didn’t give me unwelcome and increasingly acute little pangs of jealousy, I would be able to acknowledge that it would probably be a good thing for them. They need to connect and establish some kind of relationship and if they’re fucking each other there is less chance he will continue fucking his way around the socialites of Sydney. Maybe.

My cunt throbs to the beat of my racing pulse as I stare down at her naked pussy. She is spread open for me, back arched, moaning my name.

I have to taste her. God, just once before she’s taken from me.

Big golden brown eyes stare down at me, darkening as she watches me lower my mouth to her hot, wet core.

“Eyes on me,” I mumble into her swollen flesh and she obeys. My tongue dances between her legs and our eyes are locked on each other.

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