Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
MARCELLO
It’s been about two months since what I thought was going to be my demise. Two months since my Ragazza Dolce and Il Novellino had been taken from me. But it turned out to be quite the opposite.
* Ellie’s under my arm, cuddled into my side as we wait for the flight crew to arrive on the airstrip. The pilot called, saying they were running behind, so we’re just wasting time. Vin, Noah, and Blair are tagging along to the guy’s last game of the season.
Noah just sent Arben back to Chicago after training him on anything and everything he thought he would need. Alex is running Chicago without any issues and building a team around him that he can trust, slowly but surely.
They’ve earned the top spot in their conference, finally getting another bye week to rest up after this game. To get ready for the grueling playoffs.
Vin chuckles. “The pilot and both flight attendants are a whole thing. Five grand, they come in here smelling like sex.” His eyes land on Blair, and I swear to all things holy, she blushes and looks down at the ground, smiling like a crazed girl with a crush. Ever since those two got back from the trip with Mar and her guys last week, they’ve been acting very off.
I’m going to have to castrate my second for fucking with my niece if that’s what it ends up being. Now that I think about it, Noah’s been acting odd around them as well…
I’m just being paranoid.
The pilot comes jogging up, panting, but says between breaths, “Y’all ready?”
As the pilot jogs up the steps to the plane, the disheveled flight attendants are right behind him. Vin whispers, “Told everyone of you. Run me my monies.”
We’re in the huge hallway waiting for the guys to get done in the locker room. Nash and Zamir did a post-game interview and announced Ellie and I as part of the polycule.
The poor gal interviewing had no clue what the hell Nash was talking about and was stuttering but eventually got her feet under her.
I’m sure they will have so many questions thrown at them, but we were so tired of hiding our love for one another.
The mafia world is used to seeing relationships similar to what we have. Still, it’s normally women in arranged marriages who hate their husbands that end up bringing another man in, or multiple.
I’ve never been so thankful that we all care for one another and have found the missing pieces we all had within us. No matter how long it took me to come to terms with Nash and Zamir sharing my Ellie with me, we figured it out, and I couldn’t live without any of them now.
They’ve practically moved into my penthouse now, each having a room of their own, but we all sleep in mine, especially when the guys are home and not away at games.
Ellie has forced me to learn cycles and whatever “natural family planning” is. And no, it’s not what you think… it’s natural birth control.
Yeah, I rolled my eyes, too.
All I wanted was to breed her until she couldn’t walk… But I now see why she doesn’t want kids, and I especially feel bad for removing her birth control after seeing and experiencing what it was like when her first cycle without it came. I was her servant for five days straight.
On day one of that cycle, I was bitching, so she strapped all four of us up to period simulators. The three of us guys were bent over in pain; Zamir even hit his knees, and Ellie was just standing there on the same level we were on. And after that, we now wait on her hand and foot when she’s bleeding.
She has a couple more weeks left in the final semester of her junior year of college. I’ve tried my hardest to get her to finally see that she doesn’t need a degree to do what she wants, but she won’t hear a word I’m saying.
I’m planning to give her Club Onyx when she finishes this year and let her run with it. That’s her club, after all.
And I hope it gives her the power back that she thinks she lost by being taken from there.
I would give any of them anything to see them happy, and that fact scares me, but I bask in the fear instead of running from it now.
Vegas may be my city, but I would hand it over in a heartbeat, knowing my three are safe and loved.
We’ve taken over the dark… and the four of us are in the front, leading the way with torches in hand, ready to burn whatever stands in our way to the ground.
THE END