Page 55 of The Don's Hidden Heir

Dante snorts. “Those Russian bastards have egos bigger than their balls. If Alexei returned with the intention of killing Kirill, he won’t take your offer.”

I nod. “That could be true. Still, no one wants to be a kin slayer.” And that’s the only fucking reason Peterson is alive.

I don’t give a damn what anyone says about me killing my uncle, but I’ll try to keep him alive until I have a good reason to take him out. He’s been lurking around Elena too much recently. Little does he know he’s being stalked by death.

“Possibly. But he won’t come to you just because you invited him over.”

“I am not inviting him over.” I slide my phone out from my pocket and call Marcus. He answers on the second ring and I put the call on speaker. “The phone is on speaker. Dante’s here with me.”

“Hello, brother.”

I ignore his greeting and get straight to the point. “Alexei’s in town. Dante found him sneaking around our territory. Have you heard?”

“I heard minutes ago. What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking we need to have a little chat with him.” I place the phone on my desk and crack my fingers. “We could have a reunion this evening.”

Dante lets out a manic laugh. “I love the idea.”

“Of course, you would,” Marcus says in a gruff voice. “You’re the crazy asshole putting ideas in my brother’s head.”

“I’m consigliere for a reason. Don’t like it? Suck on my big, fat cock.”

“I’d rather chop it off. I’d be doing you and those whores a favor. How about that?”

“Enough!” Bile rises to my throat at hearing them argue about cocks and whores. “Chop of each other’s cocks later. For now, the only cock I’m interested in is Alexei’s. Find him and bring him to me by evening.”

“Si, Capo.”

“Good.” I hang up. I point at Dante. “You, fuck off. Do whatever you want with the whore you’ve booked for tonight. Make sure you’re at the warehouse before me.”

Dante smiles a lopsided grin.Cocky bastard!

“You seem to be in a better mood.” He squints at me. “It’s because of her. Isn’t it?”

I wave him off. “Don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Oh, but it does. Your business is my business. You’re finally getting the only piece of pussy you’ve ever wanted.”

My nostrils flare. “You will not speak of Elena unless you’re according her the respect she deserves, do you understand?”

He raises his hands in a placating gesture. “Chill, man. I’m just happy for you. I should come over for dinner sometime. It’s been years.”

“Come near my house and I’ll put a bullet in your fucking skull.”

“You won’t have a friend if you do that. I’m the only one crazy enough to be friends with a heartless bastard like you.” He leans forward. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“Manipulative bastard.” I walk to the minibar in my office, grab a bottle of scotch and two glasses. When I return to my table, I pour two fingers in each glass and push one to Dante. “We’re taking it one step at a time. For Lucas’s sake.”

He downs his drink and winces. “Ah. Lucas. Perfect excuse for you to hide your feelings. I can’t tell which of you is more stubborn. You or Elena.”

I trace the rim of my glass with my finger, my cock hardening as I think of last night. Sex with Elena is the best I’ve had in years. The way she melts into me and clenches around me is better than anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Why are you smiling?”

Dante’s voice drags me back to the present and against my will, my brows knit. “You’re such an idiot.”

“And you, my friend, you’re pussy-whipped.” He pours himself another drink. “Who would’ve believed a small woman could have almighty Dominic Romano wrapped around her tiny fingers?”

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