Mafia Crown: Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance, page 20
"You have a problem with that?" I smirk.
He scowls at Michael. "Take a number, triple it, and I guarantee, the three of us will come into enough money to increase our sphere of influence on a global scale," he snaps.
"I believe those were my words and I stick by them," Michael replies.
JJ strokes his chin. "So you are bringing in your brother, but you continue to split the profits three ways?"
Michael nods.
"Still, your family would effectively double its representation, which doesn't seem fair."
"I am not part of the family," I say in a hard voice.
Both Nikolai and JJ turn to me.
"Are you not a Sovrano?" Nikolai scowls at me.
I open my mouth to protest, and he raises his hand, "Like it or not, you are Xander’s triplet. The Sovrano blood runs in your veins. You may have disputes with the rest of the family, but for the purposes of this discussion, you are one of them."
I squeeze my fingers into fists. He’s right. It’s something I have known since my mother revealed my background to me, and yet, it’s also something I have refused to accept. Not when I have made it my life’s ambition to destroy this family.
I glare at Nikolai, who glowers back at me.
Behind me, I sense Luca shift his stance. Seb takes a step forward, when one of Nikolai’s brother’s jerks his chin in his direction. Seb pauses. The tension in the room ratchets up. One of Nikolai's brothers locks his gaze on me; the other continues to watch my brothers carefully.
JJ stiffens.
Nikolai’s jaw tics.
Next to me, Michael stays relaxed. "Down boys," he says in a casual voice, "we can't afford to fight amongst ourselves."
JJ watches us warily.
Nikolai continues to glare at me.
Then JJ shakes his head, "You’re right, we need to find an amenable solution."
"Nikolai?" Michael asks, and there’s a tone of warning in his voice.
Nikolai holds my gaze for a few seconds more, then he turns to Michael, "I agree, we need to find a peaceful solution. When you agreed to splitting the profits three ways, the tacit agreement was that all three partners would have equal representation on the board, one from each of us."
Michael stays quiet for a few seconds, "That's true."
"What are you trying to say?" Nikolai asks.
"I am saying that I’ll take a step back from the enterprise."
"What?" Luca exclaims. "You’d give your place on the board over to him?"
Michael blows out a breath, "That’s exactly what I am saying."
Nikolai glances between us before he leans back in his chair.
JJ whistles under his breath, "You are giving up your seat on the board to him, ol’ chap?"
Behind me, Seb moves restlessly, but unlike Luca, he doesn’t express his opinion. Likely, it will be at a meeting with the brothers only, where he lets rip. If I had a brother, I’d want him to be like Seb. Or perhaps, like Adrian, who seems the calmest of all of them. Michael’s the Don, Massimo takes too long to make decisions, Luca is the opposite, being too hot-headed, and Christian… Well, Christian hates me, and rightly so, after what I did to him and his family and…
What the fuck am I doing, thinking about my brothers instead of celebrating my victory? I should feel happy, right? The first step in my plan to destabilize the Sovranos is underway. I should move in quickly, take over the meeting, and set plans in motion to reap the benefits of the work done by the company so far.
Instead, I sit here quietly as Michael turns to me. "Fact is, I only took on a leadership role at Trinity enterprises, because I'd promised my wife I'd focus more on legitimate businesses and phase out the illegal ones. A goal we all share," he glances about the faces at the table. "Now that this business is up and running, I want to focus on the other parts of the organization and accelerate their transition to being above-board. Taking this on, along with everything else that I have to do to steer the Cosa Nostra forward, has been a lot for me."
"It has?" I frown. Why is it that Michael doesn’t view declaring this in front of his one-time enemies a show of weakness? Why does it not come across as a sign of vulnerability? If anything, his being honest about his inability to manage it all makes him seem more in control.
"I’d rather spend more time with my wife," he offers.
"What are you saying?" I scowl.
"Yeah, what exactly are you getting at, Michael?" Luca says in a hard voice.
Michael rises to his feet and walks over to the head of the table. He folds his arms across his chest and glances at his brothers (and no, I don’t include myself in that category) "I know you guys trust me to make the right decision," he says in a matter-of-fact voice.
None of my brothers say anything to the contrary.
He turns to JJ and Nikolai, glancing at each of them in turn, "And I am a man of my word."
"I have no reason to doubt that," JJ confirms.
Nikolai merely raises an eyebrow.
Michael glances at me, "It’s why I am resigning from Trinity’s board, effective immediately—"
"What the—?" JJ looks taken aback.
"Cazzo," Luca exclaims, "you’re really going to do this, aren’t you?"
I sense Seb wanting to say something, but he stays quiet.
"What the hell are you trying to do here?" I force out the words, "If this is some kind of delaying tactic—"
"It’s not," Michael’s lips kick up, "I am giving you my position in Trinity."
"Don, what are you—" Luca begins to protest, but Michael holds up his hand.
"Can you give me a few minutes with my brothers?"
He addresses the question to JJ and Nikolai, who glance at each other, then rise and leave the room, along with Nikolai's brothers.
Then he turns to us, "Axel will represent the Cosa Nostra on the board of Trinity. I will step down. It will remain a three-way partnership, the profits being split among three parties. That should satisfy the Kane Company and the Bratva. As for us," he glances sideways at Luca, "with Xander gone, the proceeds will continue to be split among the seven of us within the Cosa Nostra, so the status quo is maintained. Does that answer your questions?"
30
Theresa
I come awake with a start. I am not sure what woke me up, but it’s still dark outside. I reach for my phone and check the time: two am.
Earlier, after trying on my wedding dress—which had been beautiful. Karma outdid herself—Cass, Karma and I had headed out for drinks. We’d had time only for one round of drinks, then Cass and Karma had to leave. They’d mentioned that the Sovrano brothers were meeting at Michael and Karma’s place and Karma wanted to get home before Michael returned, and Cass said that she had to get there to help with the food and drinks for the evening.
I’d asked if Axel was going to be there, but neither of them knew. They had invited me to accompany them, but I had declined.
Also, I hadn’t wanted to return to my parents’ place. There are only two nights to go until the wedding. And tomorrow night, I’ll definitely have to spend at home, as I won’t want Axel to see my dress before the wedding. Which means, I can spend tonight back at Axel’s place.
I had left him, wanting to spend time with my family, but I can't stop thinking of him. To be honest I haven't even slept properly since leaving him behind. I also wanted to check in on him and see how much he's improved since I last saw him. Besides, it's not wrong to want to spend time in your soon-to-be husband's home, right?
Strange, how I already think of the place as Axel’s, even though it had been Xander’s first. Have I really replaced Xander with Axel in my head so quickly? No, don’t answer that.
Either way, Karma hadn’t protested when I’d asked her to drop me off at Axel’s place.
She’d asked if I was sure about wanting to spend the night there and I had said yes. After making me promise that I’d call Seb first thing in the morning and have him drop me off at home, she had left, promising to have the dress with the final alterations delivered to my parents’ home by tomorrow afternoon.
The household staff had let me into the house before retiring for the night. Axel, himself, hadn’t been there, and while the staff had left dinner warming for us, I hadn’t been hungry enough to eat. I had walked over to Sheena’s room— Yeah, that’s how desperate I had been for company, that I wouldn’t have minded hanging out with Sheena, but she wasn’t in her room either. In fact, all of her things had been cleared out from her room. Huh? Had she left? Was her physiotherapy work with Axel already done? Of course, he hadn’t mentioned it.
So, I had returned to the kitchen, pulled a tub of ice cream from the freezer, popped some microwaveable popcorn, and then carried the whole thing back to what had been my room, where I had watched repeats of Friends all evening while I finished off the feast.
When I had still not been able to sleep, I had walked over to Axel's room, crawled into his bed, and instantly fallen asleep.
Now I swing my legs over the side of the bed and straighten. My stomach grumbles in protest, I wince. Damn it, why did I have to finish off that tub of ice-cream. Seriously? The entire tub? I press a hand to my stomach, but that doesn’t help. Maybe some herbal tea? Yeah, that might do the trick.
I had taken off my jeans before falling asleep, so dressed in my underwear and T-shirt, I walk down the staircase. Reaching the kitchen, I make myself a mug of herbal tea, then walk out and up the stairs. I pass the floor on which our bedrooms are located, then reach the top floor.
I have avoided coming up here so far, but somehow, it feels like it’s time. The air here feels slightly musty, the stillness even more resounding. The hair on the back of my neck prickles and a shiver runs down my spine. I cross the short hallway and push open the double-doors to Xander’s studio.
Starlight pours in from the floor to ceiling windows and the massive skylight that makes up a big chunk of the ceiling. The silver glow illuminates the paintings that are stacked up against one wall. Against the other wall, I can make out the shape of canvasses, and to the side, there is a massive fireplace.
I feel around on the wall and hit a switch. Light pours down from two floodlights, one at either end of the studio, to illuminate a half-finished canvas.
Goosebumps pop on my skin. The hair on the back of my neck rises. That…that must be the painting he had been working on before his life was cut short. My hand trembles and some of the hot tea splashes over the side and singes my skin. I yelp, then raise my hand to suck on my hurt skin. My gaze is, once more, captured by the figures on the canvas.
I walk toward it, trying to make out what I am seeing.
There are three figures on the canvas. Three men of similar height with wide shoulders. The one on the right is dressed in a suit, the one in the middle is wearing jeans and a button-down shirt, and the one on the left is wearing jeans and a hoodie. All three have dark hair. The one on the right has piercing blue eyes, the one in the middle has blue-gray eyes, and the one on the left has eyes which are almost indigo in color. All three have similar features. All three look like Xander… No, the one on the right looks like Christian, but the other two could be Xander times two. They look so similar, like what Xander and Axel might have looked like if they stood next to each other, except for the slight variation in eye color.
Hangonasecond. Xander never knew about Axel’s existence. He died before Nonna confessed that entire story about Axel’s existence, so how the hell did he come up with the idea of drawing a picture with all three of them? I take a step forward, then another. I reach the canvas, which is massive—at least, six-feet by six-feet in size. I glance between the image of the man in the center, which is Xander—there is no mistaking his blue-grey eyes—and the one of the man I am sure is Axel. How did Xander know to draw his eyes that color? Did he know of Axel’s existence? Had the two of them met? Is that how he knew how to paint Axel’s eyes that exact shade of indigo? I reach up my free hand to touch the image when,
"Hello, Sunshine," his voice reaches me from behind.
I yelp and lose my grip on the mug, which falls on the draping that has slipped off the canvas, and comes to a stop.
I jump back, staring at the tea which has splashed onto the canvas. "No, no, no," I bend, try to use the drape, which is made of some liquid-resistant kind of polyester, then the hem of my T-shirt to mop up some of the liquid. But the T-shirt is too short. "Cazzo!" The canvas is too heavy for me to move out of the way so I yank off my T-shirt, then sink to my knees and try to soak up the liquid.
A shadow falls over me and I know he’s standing behind me. But I don’t turn. I continue to try to wipe up the tea from the canvas. Sweat beads my forehead, and it’s not only from my ministrations to the painting. When it’s clear I am doing more harm than good, I finally straighten. The heat of his body instantly coils around me and I shiver. Damn it, why did I think it was a good idea to take off my T-shirt?
There’s a click, then the hiss of a lighter. I glance over my shoulder to find Axel standing behind me. The flame from his lighter burns white under the glare of the spotlight. He walks to the doors of the studio and yanks them closed. The thud of the doors closing reverberates through the space. I jump.
Without taking his gaze off of me, he reaches out and hits the light switch. The spotlight shuts off, leaving only starlight and the flame from the lighter glowing in the dark. It throws his face into relief, all hollows and planes and a jaw so hard it could have been hewn from granite.
A shiver runs down my spine.
He takes a step forward, then another. Reaching me, he bends forward, and I push back until my hip bumps against the canvas. He straightens my fallen mug, then draws himself up to his full height.
"Wh...what are you doing here?" My voice trembles. Damn it, why am I so nervous in his presence?
"I might ask you the same thing," he counters.
"When did you get back? I...I didn't hear you," I reply.
"Answering a question with a question, Sunshine?" He leans toward me and his dark, masculine essence, combined with the scent of alcohol and cigars, envelops me. My belly flip-flops and my nipples tighten. I only have to smell him for my entire body to turn into a mass of need.
"If you answer my question, I'll answer yours." I tip up my chin. His blue eyes darken until they seem like the sky at night.
"When you get sassy, it's a fucking turn on. It makes me want to shut you up with my cock down your throat," he growls.
"Gesù Cristo." My thighs clench, my toes curl, and a pulse flares to life between my legs. I shouldn't be aroused by his filthy words, but dammit, I can't get rid of the images his words have painted in my mind.
His nostrils flare. "I returned from my meeting to find my wife-to-be asleep in my bed. So innocent. So pure. Your lips were parted, your cheeks flushed as you slept. You had thrown off your covers and I couldn't take my gaze off of your creamy thighs, the shadowy region between them, only partially covered by your blanket. I wanted to lean over and run my nose up your inner thigh."
Heat flushes my chest.
"To bury my face in your pussy and draw your scent inside. To push your panties aside as I thrust, first my fingers, then my tongue inside your channel, until you were wet and wriggling under me. Then, I wanted to bite down on your cunt until you came."
The pulse between my legs speeds up until I can feel it in every part of my body.
"And while you were still in the throes of orgasm, I would have thrown your legs over my shoulders and slammed my cock inside you in one smooth move. I would have buried myself up to the hilt. I would have stuffed myself inside you until you had felt me in your throat."
A moan bleeds from my lips.
"But I didn't. I didn’t want to disturb your sleep. So instead, I walked out and came up here to my dead triplet's studio. That answer your question?"
My throat hurts. My scalp tingles. A bead of sweat slides down the valley between my breasts.
He straightens and I draw in a breath. The air rushes into my lungs and I gasp.
"Your turn," he tilts his head, "what are you doing here?"
"I…" I swallow, "I wanted to talk to you."
He rolls his shoulders. "No, you didn’t."
I frown, "I promise, I came here to talk to you. I had Karma drop me off, and tomorrow morning, Seb is coming to pick me up at eight, so—"
"Don’t lie." His voice cuts through the space between us, "Don’t fucking lie, Theresa."
I swallow.
"Tell me why you came here today."
I shake my head.
He holds up the lighter so the flame is directly in front of my face.
"Axel," I gulp, "why are you so angry?"
"Angry?" He chuckles, "You think I am angry because my wife-to-be came to visit me two days before our marriage so I could fuck her silly? Why should I be angry because of that?"
I draw in a sharp breath, "That’s not true. I did not come here to sleep with you."
"Who said anything about sleeping?" He reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is gentle, and yet threatening, at the same time.
"You…you don’t scare me, Axel," I finally say, but my tone is timid, the words hesitant.
Axel’s lips twist and it’s not a nice smile. "I think I am going to change your mind tonight, baby."
He steps back, then prowls over to the back of the room. He raises the lighter to what looks like a sconce in the wall. The candle in the nook lights up, and he moves on to the next, and the next, until a row of candles on the back wall have all been lit up. He continues to light more candles in candleholders which have been placed in a circle around a chair. When he’s done, he flicks off the lighter and pockets it. Then he walks across to the chair and drops into it.
"Why did he have so many candles in a paint studio?" I glance around the place and take in the turpentines, canvasses, oil-based paints, not to mention the wooden frames or the drapings that cover the paintings. "There's way too much flammable material here."
