Dom’s POV
Dom’s POV
The day had come to confront Don Sanchez.
I was wired up on adrenaline. Maximo insisted on coming because apparently he wanted to confront the Don too…
...on Aria’s behalf. Their union started out ugly and bloody, but Maximo had acknowledged he now held a high respect for his wife.
She had taken down the Black Widow, a woman who had been going through multiple lower ranked mafia men, as well as a couple of less noticeable Dons.
Aria had also survived an ambush at their home by that worthless shit, Nico Cattaneo.
He was in hiding and will be next on our to-do list.
I had set up this meeting today with Don Sanchez under the pretense of talking business.
Oh, I had plans to get some business done, but not the kind he was expecting.
Maximo and I had had several of our men set up on the perimeters of the mansion, ready to go at a moment's notice if the Don tried to fight my proposition.
To be fair, he would be pretty stupid to with Maximo present, but if I learned anything, never underestimate another person.
I had done that with Sophie from the start.
And now, I was possessively in love with my wife.
I hoped by now she was pregnant with my baby, but she hadn’t said a word yet.
That just meant we had to keep trying, and I was all for trying.
The woman turned me into a damned horny teenager whenever I was in her presence.
Maximo and I were escorted to the Don’s office. He had the door open and began to rise from behind his desk, a smug smile on his face. I knew he wanted this alliance for the sake of trying to get me, and possibly even Maximo, in his pocket. But this was about to bite him in the ass.
He stretched his hand out to me, “Ah Dominic, good to see you son.” He was a little too arrogant with how he greeted me, but I would let it slide. For now.
I kept a cool expression, and shook his hand tightly. “Emiliano.”
A flicker crossed his eyes, but he maintained his smug expression.
He then turned to Maximo. “An honor to have you here, Maximo. I hope things are well with you after that hit on your home.” He tried to sound sympathetic, but he was terrible at it.
He probably would have rejoiced if Maximo had been taken out.
In a cold tone, Maximo took his hand and gripped it. “Yes. Luckily my wife can take care of herself.”
Emiliano’s face twitched, but remained smiling.
“Yes, your wife is quite the woman.” The way he said ‘woman’ was with a slight tinge of disgust. I could feel the heat coming off of Maximo.
I knew he wanted to do something to Emiliano now after that comment, but he knew how to restrain himself.
That’s why he was the best in our world.
I personally wanted to throw him down on the ground and pummel the shit out of him for his treatment of Sophie and how he allowed Serena to treat her so horribly.
With the way Emiliano was acting towards me, he obviously didn’t know where his other daughter was. He would soon find out.
We sat at his desk, facing him as he rested his hands on his lap, still smiling that smug smile. I was about to wipe it off his face.
“So what business are we talking about today, son?”
Son? I wasn’t his fucking son. Maybe legally by marriage I was, but that was all. This man was nothing to me.
I looked him straight in the eyes, and calmly said, “You will be handing over the reins of your clan to me today.”
The whole room went still. We had four men of ours in the room, the best, and he had six of his own. I could feel the tension building, as Emilaino’s expression began to shift to agitation.
His voice dropped low, “What the fuck are you talking about Dom?”
I continued to stare at him, voice still calm, “Did I say you could call me Dom?”
He twitched slightly, but remained still, tense.
“What is this about, Dominic?” He emphasized my name this time, grating on my nerves, but I kept myself still.
“You have been doing some really stupid shit behind the Spanish gang’s back, now haven’t you, Emiliano.” It was a statement more than a question.
His face started to pinch in as it hardened into pure anger.
“What the fuck do you know about my business?”
Maximo spoke up. “We know a lot about your business, Emiliano. It's a wonder what kind of information your precious daughter was more than willing to share against her perfect little Papa.”
I had not planned on using Sophie in this, so I was pissed Maximo had. But in the next moment I realized, he had done it on purpose.
“What has that stupid, fucking, fat, ugly bitch told you? I’ll break her fucking neck myself.”
Before I could even think to move, Maximo stood up, leaned over and sucker punched Emiliano so hard his head slammed down onto his desk.
In a calm, soft voice that was still hard as steel, “Don’t ever talk about my wife’s best friend like that ever again.” He sat down casually. “And be thankful Aria isn’t here or she would have skinned you alive already.”
No one had moved when Maximo had, but the tension was so thick, it felt like pressure holding me in my seat. To be fair, I wanted to punch the shit out of him.
Emiliano raised his head, trying to maintain his anger. He knew better than to fuck with Maximo, and knew he was pissed off at him. His nose was bleeding. He brushed his hand across his nose, smearing blood.
In a quiet, angry tone, he said, “I knew I should have pushed Serena on you and not that…..” He stopped and looked at Maximo, tensing. “And not Sophie.”
I threw my head back and laughed. His eyes darted from Maximo to me. “Oh dear Emiliano. Do you even know where your precious golden child is?”
His eyes flickered from me to Maximo, to his men to me.
I smiled wickedly at him. “She’s at Raphael’s.” His eyes tightened in anger, and he clenched his fist. “She came to my house, spouting shit at my wife, then tried to put her goddamned whore hands on my wife.” My voice rose as I spoke.
“Why the fuck you care? She’s just a fucking piece for the game.”
At that, I lost my shit. I launched across his desk and started punching him repeatedly. I couldn’t stop after several punches, blood everywhere. On the desk, on my hands, on my shirt.
I could hear someone saying my name, sounding quiet and faraway. Repeating my name. I tried to focus back on the present and realized it was Maximo. But he was saying my name quietly.
“Dom. Dom. Dom. Can you not kill him yet? I would like the transfer to be while he is still alive.”
I paused, my arm heavy from all the punches. I honestly wanted to keep punching him until he stopped breathing, for Sophie. But I also knew I couldn’t do it. For Sophie.
I heard Maximo again. “We did kind of say we would try not to kill her dad, right, amico?”
I took several deep breaths because I was panting, and sat back down, trying to bring my breathing back under control.
I took notice of the room while Emiliano was trying to get his bearings. Our men had their guns already drawn on Emiliano’s. Not sure if that occurred when Maximo punched him or when I started hitting him.
“Sophie is my wife. And she will remain my wife even after you're worth nothing.” My voice came out quiet, but seething with rage.
The room remained silent while Emiliano gathered himself, blood smeared all over his face.
Emiliano was shaking, but looking down at his desk.
“And if I refuse?”
I wanted to launch across the desk and hammer into him again, but Maximo’s voice broke into my thoughts.
“Well, I could let Dom here kill you for funnsies and he can just take your clan.” I could hear the dark humor rolling off of him. He was finding this amusing, the sick ass. “We could just hand your sorry ass over to the Spanish gangs and let them do what they want with you.”
Emiliano stiffened.
“If that last part happens, they will go after your wife too.”
I wasn’t sure if he cared two shits about his wife to be honest.
“Or…...my personal favorite. Letting Aria have a chat with you.”
I turned and looked at him. There was a darkness there I had never seen and would never want to be on the receiving end of.
I knew Aria was deadly as hell. After the Black Widow incident and the ambush from Nico, I knew that woman was way more calculated than crazy.
I was actually grateful there were people out there that would have my wife’s back, and not just me and my clan.
After some time, Emiliano speaks up, head still down. He nods ever so slightly, not sure if it was due to reluctance or just the pain he had endured.
“Fine. I’ll agree to the transfer.”
Maximo was handed some papers from one of his men, and slid it across the desk.
“You will formally sign it over to your ‘son-in-law’ like a good, proud father-in-law would.”
I could hear the smirk in Maximo’s voice. This was where he lived. The power. The control.
I wasn’t like Maximo. I would have come in guns blazing. That’s why having him be a part of this had been important. Not just for me, but for Sophie too.
I spoke up. “And you will never call or come near Sophie. Ever. Again.”
He signed on the dotted line.