Page 84 of Mafia Toy

I slammed my fist into my brother’s face. “Back the fuck up, Pietro.”

Maybe that started with Pietro.

When he lunged back at me, I stepped out of the way. “I’ve taught you to fight better than that. Stop being a dick and fight me if that’s what you really want because my family is none of your fucking business.”

He ran toward me again and caught me in the jaw with a hook. “If you’re not going to respect Laila, then I will.”

What did this fucker just say?!

Rage blinded me.How the hell is he going to threaten to take my wife away from me and still be fucking standing?!

Leaping forward, I hurled fist after fist at Pietro. Even when I knocked him onto the ground, I continued to beat the shit out of him.

I didn’t care anymore.

Nobody took my family away.

“If you’re going to cheat on your wife, then—”

“I’m not fucking cheating on her!” I snarled. “I’ve never fucking cheated on her.”Slam.“Out of all people, you should know that I wouldn’t do that shit.”Kick.“If it wasn’t for her, this family would be six feet under already.”

When my knuckles began aching, I stumbled back and glared down at him. He slowly sat up and spit out blood. His white teeth were coated in red, his eye already swollen. He was the only family I had left, and I didn’t have the fucking heart to kill him.

“Then, what about your maid?” Pietro said. “Does Laila know?”

“Yes, she knows,” I growled before I could stop myself. “And she’s not our fucking maid. Webothhave an agreement with Sage, so stop fucking accusing me of shit. Stop listening to Bethany. Stop threatening my authority in front of the family.”

“You have an agreement that you can fuck her?” Pietro asked. “Pfft.”

“That we can both fuck her.”

“Does Laila know that it goes both ways?” Pietro spit.

This fucker isn’t listening to me.

“Why don’t you fucking ask her, Pietro? Why don’t you ask Laila how many more times she has slept with Sage compared to me? I’m at work all day and night long because nobody in this family can do shit right, and they stay home together, sleeping with each other!”

I loathed that I had betrayed my wife’s request to stay quiet about this all, but I hated being accused by my own family now. My own men had been smirking and giving nods of approval at me for apparently cheating on my own wife, and that shit wasn’t okay with me either.

If I didn’t put my foot down and demand respect with my own brother, nobody else would respect me in this family. And I had been working day and night to keep everyone out of prison. I had uprooted this family and breathed life into them after my father died.

“What is this all for, Pietro?” I asked. “Are you doing this because you want to lead the family? Turn them all against me? Make it seem like I betrayed them? If you want to run the fucking family, have fun taking the fall and rotting in fucking prison for the rest of your life.”

The reason the FBI hadn’t put me away yet? They didn’t have the evidence.

Everything I’d orchestrated couldn’t be pinned directly on me. My men were good at covering shit up, but I was better at diverting the blame from me to the family members who worked for me. And if they didn’t think I would stoop so low to protect Laila, Sage, and myself, they were wrong.

I couldn’t kill my brother, but I could put him in prison.

I wouldn’t betray my family—unless they forced my hand.

On the last night of the trip, when I had kissed Sage, I’d promised myself that I’d do anything for the both of them. And anything meant anything. They were my fucking world. And in this life, they were all I truly had.

“I thought you had my fucking back,” I said.

“I do have your back,” he said, standing up and reaching for my shoulder. “I didn’t know—”

“Fuck off, Pietro,” I growled, ripping myself away from him. “Don’t bother me again with this shit.”

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