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Nothing but dead silence came from his side of the line.

“I don’t understand.” He said.

“Our father is dead.” I couldn’t remember how many times I’d said the same thing to him, but it seemed to be too many.

“How? What? What happened?” He was just as confused as I was in the moment.

“I will explain it to you when you arrive in Vegas. I’ll send my jet for you.”

“No, that’s not necessary. I can fly commercial. Wait. Am I in danger? I’m not a Bregoli.”

“No, you’re not. I promised you and I’ve never told anyone you’re my brother. Pack your shit! Get here!” I ordered. I did get any response. I waited for him to say something. “Lord?”

“Is Dom really dead?” His words were so confusing to me. I thought I heard sadness in his tone.

“Yes, he’s gone. We need to talk face-to face.”

“Okay fine.” His words clipped at me. “I’ll be there.”

“I will text you when the plane arrives at Midway. When you land in Vegas, I will have a car pick you up at the airport.”

“Fine.” He ended the call.

Lord didn’t enjoy coming here, and I didn’t give a fuck. I needed him like he needed me. We were blood, and he had to come to me when I called for him. This was family business, and no matter how much he tried to deny this family, my family, it was time to lay it all out on the table. No more lies or secrets. This was a different era. This was my time, and I always put my cards out on the table face up.

It was time for Mr. Lordes Romans Donovan to meet his Bregoli family. I kept his secret because he wanted me to. I also keep this secret because my father asked me to. But Dom was dead and his secret son would rise in the event of his death. My father was adamant that Lordes would be introduced to everyone when he died. I loved my father and I would carry out his wishes to the letter. It was time.

I was the only child that knew about the other illegitimate kids. My father got around and I was no different. I’d gone behind him a few times and fucked some of the women he cheated on my mother with. Maybe it was sick, but I wanted to be like him so much that sleeping with some of the women he discarded didn’t seem gross to me. If the pussy was good enough for my father, it was sure as shit, good enough for me.

My cell phone started ringing off the hook when word of my father’s death spread. I was in mourning. I didn’t have anything to say until I got the autopsy results back.

Chapter Two

LORDES

Ihad convinced my girlfriend to go to Vegas with me. I didn’t tell her the entire story, but I shared enough to convince her that my friend Nicco needed me in his time of grief. She didn’t have many questions for me, and that was a good thing. I’d withheld so many things from her and my house of cards was going to fall down, eventually. I hadn’t thought about her being a permanent fixture in my life when I wasn’t being completely honest. That was a huge mistake on my part and I was determined to fix it.

Bria knew this jaunt to Vegas was urgent. Up until this point, she trusted everything I’d said to her. She loved the old, honest, trusting Lordes. The man I was before I was a killer. I couldn’t lose her love because it was the only love I’d ever known from a woman. I didn’t have time to really explore the consequences of my actions because we were on our way to Midway airport in just a few hours.

Our flight was easy and turbulence free. Bria slept the entire time, and it was a relief because I didn’t have to think of more lies to cover my previous lies. I didn’t need to stress while flying, but I knew I was going to have to come up with something to explain my relationship to Nicco.

Now that Dom was dead, I wasn’t sure he was going to keep our relation to each other quiet. I knew how much he loved that asshole. He had a father when I had nothing. He tried to keep his devoted relationship with Dom from me, but I could tell he loved Dom just as much as I hated him. There was no one on earth I despised more than Dom.

My introduction into this world was a mistake. I was the bastard son of a mafia boss. I didn’t know all the unpleasant details about my conception. I knew my mother lied and said she was raped. Gram told me that was a lie. It was a false narrative she told to save face. My mother’s story was similar to so many young women. She was just seduced by a much older and much wiser man.

He was an evil asshole that wanted to fuck a Catholic nun. My mother was an innocent. She was chaste and a pure servant of the Lord. She dedicated her entire life to Christ. Dominicco Bregoli just walked to into a church like he had the right to be in such a place. He saw my birth mother and had to have her. He preyed on her goodness, kindness, and virtuousness. My Gram told me she did everything she could to keep my mother away from Dom. But he was an older man with looks, money, and charisma. He was much too cunning for my teenage mother. He was able to stick his corrupt cock in a virgin and leave her pregnant and alone. The shame of it all made my mother disown me. She preferred to pretend that none of it happened and that included acting as if I didn’t exist.

Gram and I didn’t talk about it much. It wasn’t something she enjoyed revisiting. I knew the sight of me repulsed my mother. She tried to give me up from adoption until Gram stepped in a begged for me. The few times my mother came to see Gram, she ignored me. She didn’t ever want to hold me, feed me, or love me. Gram said it was because I looked like Dom and she was too humiliated to have anything to do with me.

She had to spend most of her time begging for God’s forgiveness. All of this was bullshit to me. I was happy that Gram stepped up and raised me as her son. It had to be hard for her. The scandal rocked the entire community, and Gram had to find a new church. That’s why I had the utmost respect for Gram. She was a widowed woman that worked and still raised a baby all by herself. She dedicated her entire life to me when my own mother disowned and discarded me. I tried to be the best baby, child, young man and eventually grown man for Gram. I loved her dearly and would do anything to protect her, and that’s why Laura Maldonado was dead.

Bria woke, rubbed her eyes, and looked over at me. She solely looked around and remembered she was on a plane.

“It feels like I’ve been sleeping forever.” She whispered.

“We’re landing soon.”

“I missed the entire flight, and this was my first time on a private jet. I must have been really tired.”

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