“Roselyn. Do you understand my rules?”
“Yes, daddy,” she says with sarcasm and I stand up from the table. I’m late to my meeting and a torture session thanks to my fiancée.
“Good, girl.”
“I was being sarcastic.”
“Luckily for you, it gets my dick hard. The more you mouth off to me, the more I’m tempted to take your virginity.”
She gulps loudly, and her cheeks turn a bright pink, probably pink as her pussy.
“I’m going to be late for dinner so don’t wait up for me.”
I leave the condo and my driver, King, opens the door and I slide in the backseat.
King gets into the driver’s seat and pulls out of the garage. I have a meeting with my underbosses on distribution of weapons and the war with the Irish mob. The drive is three hours to the Hamptons, but it seems like forever. We pull up to the manor and I glance over at the green spidery plants covering my Victorian home and the expensive cars parked near the water fountain.
The manor used to belong to my father before he passed away, but I use it as a vacation spot.
King parks the car into a spot in my three-car garage and I walk into my study. My underbosses sit in the other executive chairs dressed in expensive suits, drinking my liquor.
I clear my throat and their eyes are on me. When I perch on the chair, my maid pours me a glass of bourbon.
“Men, let’s get this meeting over with,” I say, unbuttoning my black dress jacket, setting it on the back of the chair.
My consigliere, Enzo, stands on my right, and my twin brother, Aiden, stands on my left side. I have to admit, I didn’t want to leave my future wife alone, not because I give a rat’s ass about her but because I want to break her in more ways than one, but duty calls to me. Lex slouches in the far corner and he grits his teeth. The only reason why he told Roselyn to marry Atrocious was so he could try to escape the unpaid debt he owes me. I should have put a bullet through his head a long time ago, but he was my father’s best friend and he’s a damn good underboss. He had something I wanted, a young naive wife, who I can control, but if he steals from me again, I will end his life. “First thing first. Irish soldiers are getting more ruthless and killing our men. We have had twelve of our men die this past week and I can’t find Cashel anywhere. So have our guys torture them until you get answers out of them, If they failed to give you information, kill them. I will not rest until we find Cashel.”
All their eyes are glued to me and Aiden places his hand on my shoulder. I declared war with the Irish mob because Cashel slept with my fiancée. We were best friends at one point. He needs to be taught a lesson for betrayal. And I will not rest until I have his head on a silver platter decorated with veggies on the side.
“I’m getting married in the next two weeks and I expect all of you and your familiga to be there. I’m marrying Lex’s daughter.”
“Didn’t Lex owe you money?” Homer asks. He’s the underboss of the New Jersey territory. His gray eyes beam at me. He got promoted a couple years ago. So, he’s still young and dumb. But I didn’t think he was dumb enough to challenge me.
He’s trying to throw Lex under the bus because he wants me to put him over New York’s territory. It’s one of the things I hate about having underbosses, they want bigger territories because they get more money. Lex has been working the area ever since I was a kid. The cops know him and don’t fuck with him because of his reputation.
“How is it your business?” I ask.
“You’re growing soft because he’s standing here alive, ” Homer answers. He’s a fucking clown. He places his hand on the back of his head.
“I thought you would be vicious like Draco or like Villainous and kill him.” Villainous is Aiden’s street name. “I thought our Don didn’t give out second chances and was known for his brutal killings.”
My expression is stoic, and I place my hand on my Glock. “You want me to show you how ruthless I am?”
Not giving him a chance to respond, I grab my Glock from my holster, aiming it at his forehead, pulling the trigger. Blood, bone, and brain matter decorate the white wall and my oak floor. His lifeless corpse slouches on the marble table. Alonzo, Enzo’s son, moves to the next empty chair. Everyone is quiet until Aiden’s voice cuts through the silence. “Anyone else want to question my brother as Don?”
They all shake their heads and I tuck my gun back into my holster. “Aiden call Charlotte.”
Charlotte is our in-house cleaning crew who takes care of bloody corpses. “A few of you drag the body into the hallway.”
A couple of men grab the body and drag it against the dark brown wooden floor, leaving a trail of blood. The smell of copper burns my nostrils.
Aiden and the rest of the men waltz back inside, and I say, “I’m expanding territory all the way to Georgia and apparently, I need someone else to replace Homer’s position. He oversees the brothels and the strip clubs.”
“I’ll do it,” Lex volunteers.
I nod. “This ends our meeting.”
Everyone scatters like roaches out the room, except Aiden. He sits in the chair across from me, sizing me up.
“She looks like Shelby.” Aiden says, running his fingers through his dark hair. Even though we’re twins, we are like night and day. My brother is covered in tattoos and more cut than I am. He grabs a cigarette from the back of his ear, props it between his lips, and lights the cigarette. Yes, Roselyn
