Page 95 of Twisted Minds of Sin

We went for an all-night meeting with some other capos and their underbosses and I am sapped dry from listening and occasionally speaking when needed. I'm used to meetings but a four-year break is long enough to wipe out some of the training from my father.

Still, sitting amid those men and seeing the respect in their eyes for me made me feel bold enough to put on the signet ring that my father had gifted me with the letter. It felt like I could sense him and he was whispering how proud he was of me.

It's a good feeling.

And Orazio’s presence made the moment even better. We've talked about this day forever. All the times he would sneak into the car with me when I went with my father for such meetings and I would try to hide him from my father so he wouldn't get chased back. Then when we got caught, I'd tell my father he is my underboss.

I smile at the memory.

Good old fucking days.

Orazio stayed, and that is all that fucking matters. He was always a call away. He would carry out my dirty little gimmicks when we were much younger and more often than once, he had taken the fall for me.

One time I ate part of the chocolate cake my parents were going to use for their tenth anniversary and Orazio said he did it. Everyone could tell I stole the chocolate because I had it in my fingers and on the corner of my lips, but Orazio kept insisting that it was him. My mother couldn't even get angry, she just kept laughing at the both of us and asked me later if I had given him some of the cake, which I hadn’t so I had to steal again and give it to him.

I shake my head and swerve my car into the driveway of the manor.

Look at us now.

I can say we are living the dream. Although I never envisioned I would become the capo at this age but still, it is what it is.

“Please tell me it's not the thought of pussy that's having you smile like a fool,” Orazio grunts, “People in love annoy me.”

“Now you get it, don't you?”

“Get what?” He scowls.

“Why you annoy me,” I shrug.

“I've never been in love,” he grumbles.

“I thought you kept announcing that you are in love with me and I'm just some minutes back you called me a baby?”

He laughs, “I see what you did there, fucker,” he shakes his head.

“I was thinking about the cake from my parents' tenth anniversary.”

He whistles, “That chocolate cake was a bang,” he tuts.

“We stole it,” I park my car in my usual spot.

“Did we?” He climbs down from the car.

“Did we not?” I climb down.

“Hmm. Don't remember,” he squints his eyes and I chortle at his lying ass.

He remembers.

“You are scum,” I walk to him and throw my arms over his shoulder as we walk towards the door, “I could have landed you in prison somehow.”

I pull him closer to me.

“Thank you,” I ruffle his hair and shove him aside.

“I am yet to see my kind of cell. When I see one, I'll land myself there,” we walk into the estate, and laughter from the kitchen wafts out before the strong smell of garlic and spice.

“I'll be in your bedroom,” he sneezes.

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