Page 35 of Unbroken (Russo Mafia)

“Oh fuck, I’ll grab them and be there in five.” He hangs up and I head around back. I need to make sure nothing else was left from thisstronzo.Whoever is leaving me gifts is asking for one hell of a beat down once I find them.

Nothing seems out of the normal back here. Anna would’ve called if something was wrong, anyway. Headlights light up the driveway when Rett and the guys show up. When I make my way to them, they are already standing at the steps.

“What do you think is in there this time?” Nico asked.

“God only knows. I hope it’s not the dude’s fucking head. The last time I saw a decapitated head I lost my stomach contents. I’m not doing that again,” Antonio tells us.

I roll my eyes. Bunch of babies. “You’re supposed to be made men, and yet you’re crying like a bunch of pussies. Man, the fuck up!” I yell at them.

Rett kicks the box. When it doesn’t make a sound, he kicks the lid off. He stumbles back growing pale. I’ve seen this guy shoot multiple men without blinking, stabbing without thinking, so whatever is in that box is something we all don’t want to see.

“How bad is it, man?” Nico questions, slowly inching forward.

“Don’t, man, I’ve never seen anything like that at all.” He points to the box. “I… Jesus.” He rushes to the bushes and hurls his dinner up.

“It can’t be that bad, man up pussy.” Nico takes a few more steps, peaks over the box and gags. “Oh, fuck no.”

Un branco di idioti.I need a vacation from these guys. I walk to the box and glance down. Inside, resting in a puddle of blood is a severed dick. If this belongs to the guys that used to own the finger, I don’t think he’s alive anymore, or he without fail would rather end his life.

“Someone clearly has it out for you, Lucca. We better keep to ourselves this weekend and figure this all out before something happens,” Antonio suggests.

Once Rett handles the box I head inside. I’ll deal with that situation tomorrow. I have other shit on my mind. Like a certain blonde who turned me on beyond belief tonight. Heading for the bathroom, I turn the shower on. Stepping in I let the water run down my back, thoughts of Charlie race through my mind the way her wet pussy clasped around my finger when I entered her. My cock hardens with visions of her knees taking me in her mouth sucking my hard throbbing cock all the way. I stroke my hard cock from base to tip with a needy groan. Her whimper’s replay over in my mind. My hips rock forward as I stroke faster taking my balls in my free hand, I give them a tug, rubbing my thumb over my pre-cum, my lower muscles flexed taut.

“Charlotte,” I moan her name as I empty ribbons of cum all over the floor of the shower. I lean against the shower wall, regaining my breath I turn the water off and dry off. What a day today has been, I’m not looking forward to tomorrow.

I wake up to a tiny hand plastered to the side of my cheek. I can’t even remember her coming into my bedroom. Then again, I can’t remember the last time I woke up to her in my bed. She must’ve had a nightmare to be crawling in with me. I carefully rotate my head, to take her in. Her tiny snores let me know she’s still dead to the world. I slowly slip out of bed to get dressed. I’m sure she’ll be up by the time I’m finished. I crept towards the closet trying to keep quiet. I’ll mostly be at the office today, so I grab a pair of dark washed jeans, a black Henley long sleeve. No need for a suit today. I don’t need to look like a capo all the time. When I leave the closet, Ada is sitting up in bed.

“Hi Daddy.” Her voice crocks.

“MorningPrincipessa.How did you sleep?”

She rubs her eyes and lets out a small yawn. “Not very good. I had a nightmare.”

I drop next to her on the bed, pulling her into my lap. “Are you okay? How come you didn’t wake me up when you came into bed?”

She leans her head on my chest, wrapping her arm around my neck gently playing with my hair. “I didn’t want to wake you,” she whispered.

“The one about that night?” I tug her closer when she nods. “They’ll never get you baby, I promise.”

“I know Daddy, you’re my hero that’s why.” She hugs me tight.

I’ll promise her the world to keep her safe. Ever since the day Seth tried to kidnap her, I’d burn the world for her. I’d burn the world for anyone I love. The only thing I regret the most is the day her mother died. She died for nothing except some petty mafia bullshit. Now she’ll grow up with memories of how she was gunned down, while she stood by and watched. The difference between us and them. I don’t kill women and children. Those fucking pigs will die.

Picking her up I carry her to her room. “Let’s get you ready for the day. You and Anna are going to the zoo. Daddy has a bunch of work to get done today. We’ll do something tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“I love the zoo. I can’t wait to see the flamingos. They are my favourite by far.” She rushes to her closet when I set her down.

“Okay, baby, I’ll see you when you come downstairs.”

Her tiny hand gives me the thumbs up. With a shake of my head, I turn to leave. Guess she’s feeling better now.

Once Anna and Adelaide are gone, I head over to the office. I need to narrow down who the fuck is sending me severed body parts and why. Guarantee it’s a rivalry but who. I have a list a mile long of people that want my head on a platter.

I’ve must’ve lost track of time searching through all the files on my computer because the next thing I know it’s nearly lunchtime. I contemplate about texting Charlie inviting her to lunch, except I don’t want to involve her in this mess or even talk about it. The thought alone turns my stomach. I’ll protect her if anything. I wonder if she would notice if I sent a few bodyguards her way. Not that I’d give a shit either way.

I haven’t made much progress trying to figure out who’s been sending me the lovely packages. The camera didn’t catch his face when he dropped it off. He knew to keep his face down. That’s the downfall of the townhouses. They aren’t in a gated community, so we risk the chances of anyone showing up on our doorstep. I would like to know where the guards were. He must have been watching for a while to sneak past them. You still won’t catch me living behind a fucking fence. Been there, I’ll never do it again. I like my freedom even if it comes with a risk.

Stepping outside I make my way over to my townhouse. Since the girls are out, it’ll be quicker to grab something to eat less chatter from the five-year-old. She doesn’t know it yet, but tomorrow I plan on taking her to the pet store and finally getting her a pet. Hopefully, a small, quiet one. I would like to know why suddenly we are so obsessed with a pet. She came home from school one day talking about the class pet and hasn’t shut up about it since. Here I thought kindergarten would be great, so far, it’s nothing but nagging problems for me. Yet she hasn’t come home from starting fights, which surprises me considering she starts them all the time when we go to the park. So, I’ll take that as a win in my books.

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