Page 31 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

Me:Stop by my office, we have something to discuss.

Rett:I’ll be there in 10.

Leave it to Rett to answer first. Always reliable. The other two are questionable.

Nico:Tony and I will be there in 20. We have a puttana in the bed right now.

Rett:Seriously! Do you two ever do anything by yourselves?

Me:Don’t answer that right now. Hurry the fuck up. This is more important than your dicks.

Nico:I don’t know man, when’s the last time you got laid? Her cunt’s nice and warm. Wanna try it after?

Me:I’m fine, don’t need your sloppy seconds.

Nico:It’ll be thirds by the time you get it, Tony’s in there too.

Rett:Jesus Christ, you two. Shut the hell up and finish already.

It’s always fun getting Rett going. He’s the most serious one out of all of us. I wish he would relax more. It’s like he permanently has a stick shoved up his ass. No one is allowed any fun and I’m the fucking boss.

The front door slams shut letting Rett’s presence be known.

“Where are you?” he yells.

“Where do you think I am?” I yell back.

His footsteps come stomping down the hall. By the sound of them, he’s still pissy. Excellent. Those other two better show up soon. He’s the one that needs to get laid, not me. He stands in the door frame looking frazzled. His hair is standing on end, his shirt untucked.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

He mumbles something as he takes a seat in front of me.

“Wanna repeat that? All of that, didn’t catch the last part.”

“I said, I was in the middle of something when you sent the text. Don’t tell the guys,” he said, a curl to his lips.

He fixes his hair, then tucks his shirt in. Perfect timing because the slut train has arrived.

“Yo bitches, what’s happening!” Nico slaps Rett on the back, sits down in the empty seat next to him.

Rett turns to him and slaps him across the head. “Hey, what was that for?”

“For being stupid, now shut up,” Antonio says.

I growl. “Seriously, can we just get this dealt with. We need a plan for the rat. That’s why I asked for you all to come down here.”

We got down to planning and I think we’ve come up with a decent plan. I can’t wait to execute it. I’ll have time to next week, when we do something larger than I was planning alone that’s for fucking sure.

Walking into the townhouse Ade comes running into me.

“Daddy, can I have a pony. You said I could have a pet, and that’s what I decided. I don’t want a stupid, lame fish. They don’t do anything besides float in water. That’s boring.” She took a deep breath. “And besides, with a pony I could ride it around the yard, and we could have tea parties together. Please, Daddy.” She tilted her head and met my eyes with the puppy dog look.

“Seriously, a pony? Do you even know how to look after one? They are a lot of work. What happened to starting off small and fish are not boring. If you can keep a fish alive, we can talk about a pony.” I meet her eyes with my own puppy dog eyes.

She storms off back to the kitchen. “He said no Anna! My life is over.”

“What the fuck?” I mumble out loud.

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