Maniacal Hearts by Leigh Summer

Author:Leigh, Summer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summer Leigh
Published: 2024-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 19

DARIO

ROCCO'S SMART-ASS SMIRK tracked me from the back door toward my office, pushing a cigarette to his amused face. Two seconds later, I knew why the fucker was smiling.

"Jesus Christ!" Screamed into the room with six feet of annoying Colombo. Gio's hands flung up and ended with a clap, celebrating something. "Those legs! That face! That entire fucking body! Romano's girl is a fucking piece! I thought I had to take one for the team, but she looks like she stepped out of a movie! Immaculate. Pristine."

Asshole. "She's not a car."

"No? Well, I'll be riding inside her! I get to fuck—"

The ping and pew barely echoed, nothing compared to Gio's squeal. I tucked the gun away and continued to my door.

"What the fuck!" Gio's yell agitated my already thin patience. "You shot my shoe!"

Just a graze to shut you up. "What the fuck did I tell you?" To keep your mouth closed about her! "Get out of my fucking office."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" He flung around like a wounded bird. "Papà—"

The title was foreign, conjured an image of a stranger, not the man whose blood Gio and I inherited. I couldn't recall a time I'd ever called him Papà. Then again, I was born and bred to be a soldier, whereas Gio would never be more than a capo. He was simply part of the famiglia.

I turned around, warning him again, "You need to calm the fuck down. Nothing's been signed, and if you run your mouth, Romano will hear. It's two o'clock. You're supposed to be meeting Musitano, forget?"

He flicked a wrist and went back to smiling. "So I'm a little late. What was I supposed to do after meeting my future wife? Couldn't stop thinking about fucking her, and jerking was no good. Stopped by Cecilia's, fucked her while picturing Eleamina's face—FUCK!"

Again, his scream muted the pew. I kept the gun in my hand this time. "Did you not fucking hear me? Musitano is fucking waiting. Don't piss off Montreal."

His mouth hung open with his scream, "You shot my foot! My toe!"

I did. "The little one. You have more! Nobody needs ten fucking toes!"

Red spilled from his black loafer, making him scream that much louder, "I need ten fucking toes, asshole!"

I had half a mind to take out his leg for even thinking about her. "Piss me off again, and I'll keep moving up, toe by toe."

He drew his gun and, just as fast, lowered his aim. He was the adored son, but he wouldn't be Don. Shooting at me would get him capped and dumped, and despite how close he thought he was with his papà, he knew there'd be no hesitation.

I withdrew my weapon, too. "I'll tell the old man you were unable to meet Musitano because you were fucking some chick, again." However, I didn't need to make the threat because the door opened, and the Devil walked in.

"Cazzo è sto?" The old man lifted a brow toward my gun and narrowed it at Gio's blood-puddled shoe.

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