Page 41 of The Forever One

“You sure about this? We don’t have much leverage.” Enzo is typing on his phone, probably getting the message out that I want to sit down with the Kastellanos clan.

“Not yet, we don’t. But we will tonight. I want you to destroy their warehouse on the dock. The one where they stash their new arrivals. Make it big and showy. I want it on the fucking six o’clock news with every fucking talking head blabbing about it.” Then I’ll have my leverage. “Make sure they get my message.”

Enzo pauses his typing and looks up at me, his eyes alight with the fire they’ve been missing.

“We get Ugo, they get peace.” He nods at his own words.

“Yes. If I don’t get Ugo, I will burn down every fucking warehouse they own across the whole of the five boroughs. And once that’s done, I’ll fucking kill them myself.” Truer words have never been spoken.

I am Marco fucking Mancini and these pieces of shit fucked with the wrong family.

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Foxy Wife:

I’m about to head home, need anything?

Me:

I need you to stay put, I’ll be right there

Foxy Wife:

Okay, Caveman husband. Don’t forget your club *baseball bat emoji*

Me:

I bet you won’t be smart-mouthing me tomorrow morning when your *peach emoji* is so red you can’t sit down.

What the actual fuck am I doing?

I scroll through our text messages and realize I’ve been using a fuckton more emojis in our conversations than any don ever should. If anyone were to find out it would kill my street cred.

I can just imagine the conversations with the soldiers in the field.

Oh hey look, it’s Don Mancini, be careful or he might emoji you straight down to the bottom of the Hudson.

Fucking ridiculous. Yet, here I am, chuckling at my peach emoji and thinking that a good spanking on my wife’s delicious ass is my greatest idea today.

By the time I arrive at Rapture, I’ve got four different scenes I’d like to play out with River, one of which she’s gagging on my cock while I devour her pussy and fuck her ass with her own dildo.

“Sir.”

I nod at River’s chief of security, giving her a grateful smile.

“Mimi, how are you?” We shake hands and, with a conspiratorial smile, she tilts her head toward the back corner.

“Good, sir, thank you. She’s over there and he’s been respectful as far as I know, so no beat down tonight.”

I grin.

“Oh, the night is young, Mimi. The night is oh, so young.”

River sees me before her little puppy does and I bring my index finger to my lips, not wanting to alert him. When I’m just behind him, I lean in and growl, “The last man to look at my wife like that stopped breathing. Forever.”

Kai stills then shrugs. “Totally worth it.”

It's a wonder I haven’t made good on my promise but, dammit, the guy’s growing on me. Although, I would never say it out loud and in front of witnesses I wasn’t willing to kill myself.

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