Nero looked at him stupidly. “Did you really just ask me to get Elle to go shopping in hopes you’ll get lucky that her car breaks down again?”
Amo shrugged. “I mean, with that car it was pretty much a given, but I was going to make sure it happened.”
Vincent squeezed the arms of the chair, making his knuckles go white. He grew angrier listening to Amo; however, he couldn’t wring his neck in front of Lucca, no matter how much he wanted to. If he did, it would have seemed like he had feelings for Lake. The only feeling I have for her is wanting to fuck her.
It was Thursday night and after he had fixed her car on Monday, he had successfully avoided listening to his conscience for days. He didn’t plan on going back on it, either. He knew what the reasonable voice in his head was going to say. Lake, Lake, Lake, Lake, and my other head is already saying it enough.
Once he got his dick under control, he would see what shit Lake was into with her family. Something deep down had scared him into waiting because he feared, once he found out the truth, getting her out of his head wasn’t going to work. Lately, he had become a sucker for helpless girls, and he blamed Nero for that. He needed to do this strategically, and by that he needed to keep fucking Lake out of his mind then take care of her problems behind her back. He didn’t need to involve her, see her, or talk to her.
Lucca sucked down one last hit and put out his cigarette. “I’m going to give you all a new job to do since you two clearly like to look at ass all day.” He nodded to Vincent and Amo. “Consider this a graduation present. Meet me tomorrow at the casino, and I’ll fill you in there.”
Vincent, Nero, and Amo all left his office and went into the living room of the Caruso home.
Looking at Nero, Vincent sensed his distress. “You don’t look very happy.”
Nero shook his head. “It doesn’t seem right to me. My brother is fucking planning something.”
“I think he really meant what he said, and I would be fucking grateful to look at some hot ass all day,” Amo said.
Vincent smiled, looking forward to whatever was to come. He genuinely enjoyed taking on new jobs.
“He did say it’s a graduation present, man.”
“I don’t fucking like it,” Nero grumbled.
Chapter Twenty-Six
There Were Truly Some Things You Could Not Un-see.
Vincent opened the door leading to Heaven itself. His mouth dropped open upon seeing all the women in sexy lingerie. There was nothing like sexy-ass chicks and thousands of dollars being thrown around.
“Holy fucking shit, is this real?” Amo said in awe.
“I think I’m in Heaven. Do you think this is where family men go to die?” Vincent asked, watching a woman swing down a pole.
“This is fucking Hell; that’s what this is. I still don’t fucking like it.” Nero sounded pissed.
Vincent and Amo looked at him like he was crazier than shit.
“Elle is going to fucking murder me. I am not fucking working down here. I’m going to kill Lucca for this.” Nero’s rage only grew as he turned to go back.
Amo quickly grabbed him. “You go and complain to Lucca about a job, and it will take years for you to move up to a Capo. Jobs down here are not given to men who haven’t even been made for a year. Don’t ruin this for us, man. You’re the boss’s son and the underboss’s brother. He will pull us all out if you fucking go.”
Nero pushed their hands off him, nodding in agreement.
Thank you, God. Vincent had been worried his friend would bail on him, and he wasn’t sure if he could ever forgive him if he took away this piece of Heaven right after he had finally gotten it.
Their eyes were drawn to a squeaking noise as a woman slid down the pole slowly while doing the splits.
“Nope, can’t fucking do it.” Nero turned back around.
That time, Vincent grabbed him. “Please, man, I am begging you. This is the easiest and highest-paying job we’ve had. All we have to do is stand against the wall and make sure no one lays a hand on the girls unless they pay to. It’s not like you tell Elle about the jobs you do, anyways. This one will be no different.” When Nero didn’t look like he was going to budge, Vincent decided to play the guilt trip. “Who helped you fuck-up everyone who ever looked at Elle wrong? We did. Now, for fuck’s sake, man, help us out. At least let me fuck a couple of them. Please.”
“Fuck! You two fuckers better pray she doesn’t find out about this.” Nero still wasn’t happy.
One thing is for damn sure, he thought as he took in his surroundings, I am going to need to thank Lucca and God.
Dear Mafia Father, thank you for letting me into Mob Heaven.
Nero looked over at Vincent as he whispered to himself. “Fuck, Vincent; are you praying again?”
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