Page 42 of Labria

I don’t even know why I thought something like that. I shook off my insecurities. It wasn’t a good feeling or a good look. I had to trust Lord.

I went straight into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. I knew day drinking wasn’t the answer to my woes, but I was going to need something for my nerves. Some Rosè or Pinot Grigio would do the trick. I was going to need something to give me the courage to engage in a conversation with Lord.

I was so exhausted complaining about the same things and the big things. Maybe I could drink so much I pass out and wake up the next morning. Not a bad plan to get out of talking about our issues.

I poured another full glass and drunk it down with a long chug. Punchy couldn’t see me, so there was no need to be embarrassed. I grabbed the half empty bottle of Rosé in one hand and my empty wineglass in the other hand. I was going to go straight up to the bedroom to chill.Luxury Egyptian sheets here I can!

I didn’t really have to go up the back staircase and walk by his office door. But I was admittedly nosy. I had the good sense to know that this might be the only way I could get any information from my man. Was eavesdropping wrong? Yes. Was I going to do it anyway? Hell yes!

Lord’s office was at the rear of the house, right behind the back staircase. As I approached, I could hear Lord’s booming voice. I probably wouldn’t have stopped by the door and listened. Besides being nosy, my other excuse was I had two glasses of wine and the rest of the bottle clutched to my chest. I was sure I would learn a little something I didn’t know by listening in. Lord was so damn secretive.

I gripped my laptop bag and purse tightly on my shoulder. I couldn’t afford for them to drop on the floor and cause a lot of noise. I couldn’t give my eavesdropping position away. I wasn’t normally clumsy, but with my bags on one shoulder mixed with the empty wineglass in my right hand and the wine bottle in the left hand, anything could happen. I wish I had removed my four-inch heels. It was too late. My hands were full.

“I told you to stop this shit!” Lord’s voice reverberated from the other side of the door.

“Who the fuck are you, to tell me everything?! If Nicco wants to say something to me, he can say it to my fucking face!”

“I’m saying it. I’m your underboss. When I give you an order, I expect you to follow it.”

“Fuck you!Ragazzo(boy), I would rather be dead than take orders from a fucking a plastic paddy with amoulinyanbitch.”

Fury bubbled up inside me. I bit my bottom lip because this man on the other side of the phone brought me into their conversation. And I ain’t even do nothing. I was going to stay planted right in my spot until I figured out whom the bastard was that was running my name and calling me a Black bitch. I’m so glad these greasy assholes don’t know I spook fluent Italian.

“Death could always be an option.” Lord clapped back.

“Are you threatening me? You fucking prick!”

“This is your second warning.”

“Who! Are you! To Warn! Me!” This crazy man was mad. What would happen if Lord had to kill him? Would Punchy dispose of the body? I had to blame the alcohol for my foolish thoughts. My thoughts were far from foolish. Lord was a part of the mafia. Killing people for whatever reason was a part of it.

“You know how we all rank in this organization and I outrank you. You don’t have any rank anymore. You are just an associate of the family. This has been explained to you. I don’t like you. I don’t care if you breathe air or carbon monoxide. This conversation is a courtesy. I don’t give up fuck where you end up. Your behavior has to stop.”

“And if I don’t stop?”

“You will be dealt with.”

“By who? You? You fuckingstronzo(asshole) Irish prick. What are you going to do, shoot me, kill me? What a joke. You can’t shoot straight. You’d have to push your fucking blonde highlights out our scumbag eyes.”

The man’s insults were stupid, in my opinion. Plus Lord didn’t have highlights in his hair. He’d been using my shampoo and hair products since we’ve been together. That blonde was his natural color. I could testify to that.

“Uncle Gianni, this—”

“Ragazzo (boy)! Don’t you ever call me uncle!”

“Gianni, you’ve been causing problems long before I arrived. We are continually fixing your problems and you costing a lot of money for the organization. Your problems bring unwarranted attention to BMF and you know that. You know what you’re doing, beating and raping women, extorting money from people. You have come very close to being arrested.”

“That’s bullshit. That bitch is a liar.”

I heard Lord deeply sigh. “Which one are you referring to?”

“Well, not the ones that are dead.”

Lord was silent for a while. Even I held in a gasp. “You’re fucking with the casino’s reputation. You’re fucking with the Bregoli legacy.”

Gianni laughed loudly. Apparently, he found this matter comical. “Bastardo, you just joined this family and you’re talking about a legacy.”

“BMF has been taking care of you financially and fixing all your potential legal problems. We will cut you off if this unlawful behavior continues.”

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