Connected (The Pastore Crime Family) by Janine Infante Bosco

Author:Janine Infante Bosco [Infante Bosco, Janine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Joaquin

“Violet,” Rocco murmurs, quickly lowering the gun. I divert my eyes to my sister, watching as she slowly peels her hands away from her face. Swallowing, she stares wide-eyed between me and Rocco, her gaze lingering on the gun still in his hand.

“Put that shit away,” I growl, reaching out to pull her into the apartment. Snapping out of his trancelike state, he tucks the gun back into his jacket pocket. Violet doesn’t move away from the door once I close it and for a moment, I wonder if my twenty-year-old sister is in a state of shock.

Being eight years younger than us, Violet was just a kid when Rocco and I started running wild on the streets of Brooklyn. I don’t even know if she remembers his father getting deported or when he and his family moved to Italy. I don’t think either of us paid her too much attention when Rocco returned from Italy either. She was an annoying teenager who got in our way until she wasn’t. It was like I blinked and suddenly, my little sister who snuck out of the house to follow me and Rocco was a young woman auditioning for the New York Academy of Ballet. There was no ignoring her anymore, she was destined for bright lights and stages across the world.

“Vi, what are you doing here? Why didn’t you call me?”

Her gaze snaps to me and the shock flees her face as she narrows her eyes.

“Why didn’t I call you? I’ve been calling the both of you for two days,” she snarls, glaring between the both of us. “I guess you’ve been too busy shooting shit to answer me, though.” She looks at Rocco. “I’ve never had a gun pointed at me before. You really know how to welcome people,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.

“Glad you enjoyed it, Bug,” he quips, flashing her a smile. I almost laugh at his use of the nickname he gave her years ago, but then I notice the way his eyes rake over her.

“Don’t call me that,” she snaps.

“You never used to mind,” he reminds her.

“I’m not twelve anymore, Rocco.”

“Yeah, I noticed.”

Asserting my body between them like a shield, I glance from Violet to Rocco. The cocky fuck remains impassive, shoving his hands into his pockets nonchalantly like I didn’t just witness him eye fuck the shit out of my sister.

“What’s going on here?”

“What are you talking about?” he replies, stealing another glance at Violet. The fucker actually has the audacity to wink at her. I step to him, getting in his face.

“I’ll kill you,” I warn.

“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m just busting your balls, besides . . . ” his voice trails as he turns so she can’t hear him. “It’s Violet, man. I’d never fuck with your sister.”

“I can hear you idiots,” Violet calls from behind me. Turning around to face her, I watch as she plops down on the couch and kicks up her legs. “And just to be clear,” she continues, looking at Rocco.

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