Chapter 72
Nico
“So, what is the plan?” Tony asks as we sit in the kitchen over a black coffee whilst our mother cooks us our favorite spaghetti and meatballs, trust me nobody can make them like our mother. She loves being in the kitchen and the aroma is making my stomach growl.
Father sits in the lounge with a crossword puzzle book, he has taken to these a lot since he is not so heavily involved in the business and actually, it’s good to see him not with his nose in everything we are doing.
Lucky is on a call with Mia, it was difficult to leave her after our love making but I do have business to discuss with my brother and I do have a whole fucking shit load of mess that needs resolving.
“I have no idea, Bro. I’m waiting for Aurora and her team to get her ass over here, the crew we have around this property is skeleton at best.”
“Did you not call ahead?” He takes a sip of the full-bodied red wine.
“Of course I called her what do you take me for? Fucking idiot, she needed to see if she could find Andrewkov. God knows where that fucker has gone. But when we get hold of him, he will wish he’d never even heard of the name Santangelo.”
He takes a drink of his wine; I do the same. The cherry and musk hints are detectable as it slides easily down my throat. “Dinner will be ready soon, boys,” mom says as she wipes her hands on her apron. I do have a cook that works for me, however, since this was a last-minute stop she is not here. I need to get my assistant on to sorting out the staff, although this is homely and comforting.
Atlanta is a large plantation home, dating back a couple of hundred years. Rumour has it that it once belonged to some politician who was illegally involved in the movement of alcohol back in the day. Suits us fine then.
There are sixteen bedrooms all masters with attached bathrooms, mine and Lucky’s suite overlook the expansive grounds and flower gardens. There is a large kitchen where we currently are that has an open fireplace, and a heavy set oak table in the middle that easily seats twelve people.
The open plan lounge diner is off the main entrance, where my father currently occupies his wing backed chair by another open fire surrounded by large stones.
“Thanks, Mom. I will let Lucky know. Tony go get Dario, I am famished we can talk business after dinner in my study. The women can catch up. Oh, and let Lucky’s parents know we are about to eat. I haven’t seen them since we arrived.” I actually feel bad for her parents, the last thing they expected was to be thrown in with the Santangelo family.
Thankfully, everything that has happened and the imminent marriage between Lucky and I, has brought everyone slightly closer together. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t for one second think that old man, Gianluca trusts me one hundred percent, but he’s being sociable enough. At least our mothers are getting on well.
Talking of which, Lucky’s mother enters the kitchen. “Anything I can give you a hand with?” she asks, my mother shakes her head.
“Not really, I have this all sorted, perhaps you could set the table everything is in the cabinet behind the table in there.”
“Absolutely, glad to help in some way,” and there you go, it all seems like a perfectly normal set up, right? Only it’s not, it is a far cry from normal. This is what it must be like for all the kids growing up who are not involved in organized crime families and have fathers who are dons. It suddenly hits me like a gut punch that my own kids will not have normal.
Whatever I do, I need to ensure that when Lucky and I have our own children, they can attend a nice private school, they will hang with other kids and all of my businesses will be legit. Of course, Yelena and the like will be tackled and will not be hanging over our heads. Yelena, the woman gets to me like mold.
“Hey bros what gives?” Dario saunters into the kitchen, he has some color in his face and looks a lot healthier than he did just forty-eight hours ago. The way he stands leaning against the door frame does not give off any trace that we have just fled for our lives. Perhaps he has no sense of what the fuck is actually going on.
“Nothing you need to concern yourself with little, bro. Go wash your hands, mom wants to serve dinner.”
“What am I five now?”
“You are a fucking brat; you act like one.”
He flicks me the finger, nothing changes but it is good to see him acting normal for once. Honestly, I can’t even remember the last time we had such a casual set up. I like it.
Upstairs, I find Lucky finishing up on her call. She looks fucking adorable with her luscious hair piled on top of her head, some tendrils hanging down. Her slouchy, grey top hangs off one shoulder exposing her silky, tan skin. Those long legs of hers exposed and wearing just lemon, lace panties. Fuck, my dick wants her all over again.
“Listen, Mia I have to go, Nico has just come in. We can catch up soon, okay.” There is a silence, then, “sure absolutely. I will check with Nico and let you know when is a good time. I love you too, lovely. Kisses.” She hangs up.
“Good time for what, Princess?” She looks sheepishly at me, her eye lashes flutter, yeah, she knows how to play me. Of course, whatever she asks for I will say yes to.
“For Mia to come and stay, we want to go check Atlanta out.” God dammit, has this woman no fear? Because we have moved to a different state does not mean we are safe. My jaw ticks but I keep calm since she opens her legs wide enough for me to catch a glimpse of her pussy in those sheer panties before carefully, crossing one lean leg over the other. Cock fucking tease!
“You know we have to stay under the radar, Princess.”
“Yeah, but not with Mia. Besides, Yelena will have no idea we are here, please,” she purrs as she now stands and comes towards me resting her hands on my chest. Her perky breasts are pushed up against my chest, I will not relent. Her safety is my priority but fuck I am loving the way she is moulding her body against mine. My cock strains in my pants and I wonder if I have time to flip her round, spread her legs with my feet and ram my cock deep inside her cunt?