Filthy Marcellos: Antony by Bethany-Kris

Author:Bethany-Kris [Bethany-Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bethany-Kris
Published: 2015-05-23T04:00:00+00:00

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December, 1987

“How is the bambino?” Vinnie asked, reaching out to press his hand to Cecelia’s rounded stomach.

Cecelia sighed, letting her father fawn over her pregnancy like he had been for the last several months. From the moment Vinnie knew his first grandbaby was coming, Antony and Cecelia were like gold to the man. Antony didn’t pretend to understand, but his boss wasn’t on his ass twenty-four-seven, so he chose not to question it.

“It’s going to be a boy,” Vinnie told Cecelia.

Cecelia eyed Antony over Vinnie’s shoulder. “A boy, huh?”

“Yes, a little principe for me.”

Liliana slapped her husband’s hands away from their daughter’s stomach. “Stop it, you’re making her uncomfortable.”

“You’re making us all uncomfortable,” Kate muttered.

Antony had to force himself not to bark at the bitch against the wall. Every step forward Cecelia and Antony took, Kate had to somehow insert her unwanted presence into their achievements.

His child wouldn’t be one of those things. Antony could guarantee it.

“You’ll have your own bambinos soon enough,” Vinnie said to Kate, putting his hand back on Cecelia’s stomach. “And I will spoil them rotten, too.”

“I bet,” Kate murmured, glaring at John standing beside Antony.

“I’d like a boy for the first,” Antony said, ignoring Kate.

Cecelia rolled her pretty eyes. “It’s going to be a girl.”

“You don’t know that, Tesoro.”

“I said so.”

Antony nodded in an exaggerated fashion. “Uh-huh. I get it.”

Vinnie, Liliana, and Cecelia continued chatting about the baby while Antony and Johnathan moved further down the hall, going toward the kitchen. Christmas was always a huge celebration in an Italian family. They’d spent half the day at church and now Antony was practically starving. His stomach was going to eat itself if he didn’t fill it with food soon.

“What’d Cecelia get you this year?” John asked.

Antony smiled. “Custom-made knife with my initials engraved on the hilt. Solid silver. It’s nice.”

“She’s given you one for every Christmas since you married, right?”

“And anniversary,” Antony replied.

It had become a tradition of sorts between him and his wife. He sported a nice little collection now. How Cecelia kept finding new ones that continued to impress him, Antony wasn’t sure. He was grateful, though.

“Where the fuck do you put them all?”

“In a box. I have to find a place to display them. Somewhere they can be seen but not touched.”

Nobody but him touched his knives. Not the ones Cecelia gave him, anyway.

“I didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” Antony said.

John shrugged. “I did the family thing this morning and Vinnie asked me here, so why not, right?”

Family thing?

Antony stared at his friend, coming to a stop. Confusion settled in his stomach like a dead weight.

Johnathan had very little to do with his family now that he was thoroughly integrated into the Catrolli crime family. Mixing business with other families was a risky thing, even if you were related. Vinnie had made it clear they were to stay far away from the Grovatti family until their mess with the Capos blew over. John wasn’t one to break those rules considering he was Vinnie’s underboss and it wouldn’t look good.

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