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I wanted to say no. But I didn’t. It just all seemed so pointless. “Yeah, whatever, man.”

He chuckled at my nonchalance. “You seem a little cranky.”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s clearly something.”

“Bria, she just figured some things out.”

“Well, she not some bimbo. She does have a law of degree. She’s seems very smart and capable. What exactly did she figure out?”

“She knows that we’re brothers.” I thought about telling him she speaks some Italian but decided against it. “She knows your father is basically my father. When I met her, I told her my father and mother were dead.”

“What the fuck did you do that for?”

I frowned. I was in a frowning type of mood. “Because in my head, those two people do not exist to me.”

“Lord, you have to tell these classy broads the truth. If they don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”

“Thanks for the expired advice.”

“It’s my pleasure.” Nicco gloated. “That’s what big brothers are for.”

“She also asked about BMF.”

“Huh?”

“I told her with the letters meant. I couldn’t lie anymore.”

“You probably shouldn’t have lied in the first place.” He scolded. Nicco was really busting my chops like an older brother. I didn’t like it.

“How do you tell someone you have a distance connection to the mafia? Some women aren’t impressed with criminal activities.”

“I’ve never met a woman who didn’t like a bad boy. That badder you are, the harder they love you.”

“Put that bullshit in a fortune cookie.”

“Sounds more like it should be on a T-shirt.” He teased.

“I love her. This isn’t a joke.”

“Never said it was.”

“I shouldn’t have left Chicago. I have a business to run.”

“What fun with that be? Now Labria knows who you are. She knows who we are. And she’s still here. Looks like a win to me. The Lord works in mysterious ways.” Nicco said, and I didn’t find it funny at all.

We rode in silence for a good twenty minutes until we have arrived at a medical office building. We discreetly enter a back door and were escorted downstairs to the office of an Italian man of about fifty years old.

“Dr. Leoni.” Nicco called as we headed toward his desk.

“Oh, you’re here on time. And you brought a guest.”

“This is my brother, Lord.”

“Your brother?” My blonde hair and blue eyes made the doctor silently question my paternity.

“Yeah, I have another brother.”

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