I drop my phone and smile. I knew Mia wouldn’t stay mad at me for long. She’s always been far too soft to be a Mancini.
Well, she won’t be for much longer.
Soon, she’ll be Mrs. Vitale.
I lift my head and glance around my penthouse. I see a handful of my men milling about, smoking, on their phones, feet kicked up, talking shit.
“Game on, boys,” I say, and everyone turns to me.
“Tonight?” Dean asks.
“Yes, and where the fuck is Nathan?” I look around.
“He went out with a chick,” Freddie says. “Which is a relief. I thought the guy was gay. Never fucks any of our broads.”
Fuck’s sakes.
“He can fuck a cow, for all I care. I need him here. I need all of you here. No one is to leave,” I growl.
I type out a text, telling Nathan to get his ass back here. He’s one of my top three guys right now. I handpicked them all because of their loyalty and skills. He’s a hard ass motherfucker.
But I don’t pay him—or rather, my father doesn’t pay him—to get his dick sucked.
Is it urgent? This chick has skills, my man.
I’m not your fucking man, and yes, it’s go time.
I’m going to kick his ass for questioning me, but I appreciate a woman with a good mouth, so I let it go for now. I’m too fucking excited it’s finally happening.
Mia’s engagement threw a spanner in the works, but she won’t get away from me tonight. It’s as good as done.
After tonight, I will be in charge of this city.
I will be the Don.
Nathan is still replying and taking his damn time.
…
…
The big move?
Yes. Ten minutes. Get your ass back here. Fucking now.
Next, I ring Vitale and let him know we’re ready to go tonight. Mia will be his by the end of the night and not my problem.
“Good. I’ll arrange the priest and expect you in a few hours,” Salvo replies.
“Eight thirty at the latest,” I add. “Get your men ready. When we move, we move fast.”
Tonight, I kill my father.
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