Chapter Eleven #2
“Yes, well, I didn’t say she wanted to marry me. Some things need time and coaxing, but the bastard broke Mom’s Christmas present, so I thought this would be a good replacement.”
“You’re marrying her because he broke your mother’s gift.”
“No, I was going to kill him for it, but then that beautiful angel popped up, and let’s just say I had a change of heart.”
“You are my son down to the core. So what are you going to do about her brother?”
“I’d like to have a talk with him.”
“Okay. Let’s go.” We take the passageway between our two estates and make the short trip with a specialized golf cart that brings us to the prison area.
There is the kid. He doesn’t have it as bad as anyone else I hold here.
In fact, it’s the cell we keep some dignitaries in who’d had a little too much to drink and had a problem at a party and had to learn lessons the hard way.
There were some my father wanted to kill for flirting with my mother, but they held so much power in the real world that he left them in this think tank instead.
“Well, hello, little shit.”
“You bastard.” He rushes the bars like he’s somehow going to get out of the cell. What an idiot.
“Is that anyway to speak to your future brother-in-law?” I ask.
“Where’s my sister?”
“She’s safe and having a great time with my mother.”
“Brother-in-law?” So he heard me, but it just took him a moment to process what I said.
“Yes. I have every intention of marrying your sister, so if you want to get out of here, I would behave. She’s anxious to see you, but I can’t let you out just yet.”
“I’m supposed to believe you?”
“Dad.” He pulls out his phone and loads the app to show the surveillance for the parlor, and my mother and Angel are laughing as they sit next to each other, and that’s when I see a photo album. “Fuck.”
My father chuckles. “Look, boy, this is the nice place, and if you can behave, I’ll make sure you’re out of here in time to see your sister for the holiday.
If you were locked up, you wouldn’t see her unless it was behind glass.
Or if I had gotten to you before I’d seen her, you wouldn’t have seen her again. ”
“She doesn’t deserve to pay for my mistakes. She’s always paying for someone else’s mistakes.”
“Don’t worry. From now on, she’s done paying for them. Now the mistakes she makes are her own. After I deal with that last mistake she made.”
“My sister’s a sweetheart.” A sweetheart with a soul of a vixen. Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about what I’m going to do to her.
“That she is,” I remind him. “The fucking cop.”
“Oh, that jerk. He’s my fault too. They met because of me. I was driving my friend’s car without a license, and then he was brake checked during the storm last week.”
“Where was this at?” My chest starts pounding, and I wonder—did I cause my own future to happen? Did I set shit into motion?
“Just around the corner from the downtown Chicago courthouse.” Fucking hell, it was me.
“Yeah. Kid, that was fucking stupid as hell. Seriously, how old is he?” my dad asks.
“Fifteen,” I scoffed. The kid had a lot of growing up to do. His balls haven’t even dropped and he tried to act like they were made of brass.
“I’m almost sixteen,” he chimes in like it helps. My dad shakes his head, remembering when I thought I was a tough guy too. All it took was for him to drop me on my ass to remind me that I had a lot to learn.
“Yeah Ha. Boy. Are you serious? You believe that shit. He saw her, and he used a fucking excuse to get to her. You were his way in to con her into a relationship she didn’t want.
” I know I’m doing the same thing, except my sweet Angel does want what I’m offering.
Her pussy blossoms open every time I touch her.
She squirted on my tongue easily, coming for me.
She never gave him what he wanted even though he had power and authority to force her hand.
“The piece of shit is on my list. He’s married and put your sister to work in a strip club,” I snarled, unable to hide my anger.
“What? He said he got her a job as a dancer in a dance troupe like she used to do in high school. I want to kill him.”
“You have been talking to Fields, and you expect me to believe that you just happened to be in the same store I was going to be in. It’s a high-end store with cops that will put a bullet in your ass if they felt threatened enough. What was the real motive? Did he send you there to set me up?”
“I swear it’s not like that.”
“What the fuck do you mean it’s not like that?”
“I didn’t know you or anything, and honestly, you were just in my way. I was freaked out and scared. I dropped it, and it fell into your bag by accident.”
“So there’s no relationship between you going there on Fields’ behalf.”
“Well, I can’t say that’s not true.” I’m starting to get really annoyed with the way he’s skirting around my questions.
“What do you mean? He sent you there?”
“Yes. He wanted me to prove myself to his friends, and then he’d protect my sister.
I already told him no the first time he approached me, but then he threatened to hurt her and her dreams, so I caved.
” Fields makes me sick, and I’m going to destroy him with pleasure.
The twisted bastard was going to turn this kid into a thug just to get a piece of ass when he was already married.
“Who is that woman you were with?” I ask.
“I don’t know; he just introduced her as May.” The name rings a bell, but I don’t know from where.
“That fucker was playing you and your sister against each other. He’s a married man, kid. He probably planned to turn you into one of his drug mules and your sister into a prostitute.”
“What? I’ll kill that bastard.” He punches the wall like an overheated dumbass, and I know he’s fucked it up.
“Damn it,” my father grumbles.
“Calm your ass down. How much damage did you do?”
“Your wall is fine,” he grunts, holding his hand in pain.
“I’m not worried about the wall. Your hand? Is it fucking broken?”
“No, but it hurts like a son of a bitch,” he complains, shaking it off.
“Well, that’ll teach you to behave. Don’t keep hurting yourself, or your sister will think I had something to do with it.”
“What are we going to do about that piece of shit?”
“You’re not going to do anything about him.
” I point to my father and myself. “We’ll deal with him when it’s time, because no one does anything to hurt Angel.
Besides, you’re not up to the task yet, kid.
It takes years. Behave tonight, and my men will take you to buy a present for your sister legally and get you some new clothes.
I don’t want her to be disappointed. Besides, I can’t have my brother-in-law looking like shit at my wedding. ”
His mouth falls open.
“A Christmas wedding,” I say. “The house is already being prepared for our special day.”
“He’s only been here since last night.” My father is just as surprised as Noah. I can’t blame him because it’s a shock to me, but if I put it off, someone will try to stop me.
“I know. It’s the holiday season, Father.
It’s amazing how many decorators are done and ready for a last-minute project for the right price.
” I smirk and give him a wink. “Now, it’s time to go.
You can rest because I need to wine and dine your enchanting sister.
” I leave him there, and my father and I head back to the golf cart. “Son, you are bold as brass.”
“He’s a kid. It’s not that bold.”
“I’m talking about the rapid marriage. Just days ago you were against marriage, and now you’re getting married like it’s no big deal.”
“Are you trying to talk me out of it?”
“Only if you’re not sure.”
“I’m sure. I promise you that I am.” I’m not positive about why I’m so prepared to marry Angel, but I have no reservations about the wedding.
“Fine. So tell me about this Fields fuck from the start.” I break down my connections and the situation that led me to yesterday. It’s a long talk that forces us to stop briefly in the lower level before we enter the house.
“Sorry to take so long, but we’re back, ladies,” my father says as we step into the parlor.
“You two were gone a long time. Everything well, my dear?” my mother asks.
“Yes, of course, beloved.” He smoothly slides up to her side and kisses her lips.
“Madam, sir, dinner is ready,” Andrea says after entering the room.
“Thank you.”
“Please, come with me, my baby girl.” I take her hand and kiss it before wrapping her arm around mine. “Did you have a good chat with my mother?”
“Yes. She was telling me about you as a little boy before you became a big evil mobster,” she says with a huff. If she thinks that tone will piss me off, it doesn’t. I’m hard just seeing her in that dress, and that attitude only stiffens me up.
“Oh, and she used those exact words?” I asked, nodding my head and finding her delectable.
“No, those were mine.”
“Remind me to spank that pretty ass.” I want to bend her over right now. I’m so unbelievably tempted to do it that my hand is itching.
“Do I look like your assistant?” she questions with a bit of spice that I can feel my balls tightening up.
“Okay.” I pull out my phone and pretend to call Matteo. “Matteo, remind me to bend my Angel over and spank her.” She tries to snatch my phone, but she’s too short.
“Oh my God. I can’t believe you just did that,” she says, swatting my chest.
I take her hand and drag her to my body, front to front.
“I didn’t.” My parents laugh behind us. I lean in and whisper against her lips, “But don’t tempt me to do it.
I’ll let everyone know that I bend you over.
” I plant my lips on her shocked ones for a quick kiss before we continue to the dining room.
Her eyes are widen and heated and those rosy cheeks are going to match the color of her ass tonight.