Chapter 3
Cage
We get to the car and I immediately dial Gio. He picks up on the second ring.
“Tell me,” he says as if he already knows it’s a shitstorm in the making.
“Murphy.”
I hear him shift in his chair swearing under his breath. “Was it him or one of his men?” Gio asks.
“One of his top guys. Kept staring at Serafina,” I tell him through gritted teeth. I didn’t let on just how much that pissed me off. Everyone looks at her. She’s a beauty like no other. But him. He stared even when he was caught. A blatant show of disrespect.
“We’ll meet at eight tomorrow. This needs to be contained.” He pauses. “Have you told her yet?
“No, but I will.”
“She’s going to want to intervene.”
I can’t hide the pride in my voice even with the annoyance that thought brings me. “Of course she will. She’s one of us.”
He lets out a sigh. “So she is. You talk with her. I’ll call Frank.”
“Done.”
With that, we hang up. She’s watching me, my Fee. The woman who loves me so much I can feel it. The woman I love so much it hurts. The woman I’d die for. My wife. My life. My forever.
“Straight up?” I ask her.
She nods. “Always.”
“Murphy is Nicole’s father.”
She immediately sits ramrod straight, her face flush with emotion. “No.”
“That was one of his crew we saw tonight and he showed a very clear disrespect for who we are and who we represent.”
“They know?”
I nod.
“Are they…?”
“No. He’d like to think so. He isn’t held in high enough esteem. He’s a mean bastard and the turnover of his crew is a lot.”
“I notice you say ‘crew’ whereas we’re Famiglia?” Fee questions.
I nod. “Few stay with him long enough for him to have a large enough group and he’s killed all but one of his brothers.”
“Jesus, Cage. What are we going to do? She just got well. She’s doing so great in school. And those babies…” my Fee frets and worries. She’s taken a special liking to Coley. She admires her strength. I think in some ways she sees a bit of herself in the young lady.
“We’re meeting at the house at eight tomorrow. Gio knows you’ll want to be involved. He’s calling Frank,” I reiterate.
“Oh my God. I didn’t even think of Frank.” She sits back and slumps into the seat, looking out the window as the lights glow in the darkness of night.
I pull her over into my lap and hold her close.
“It’ll be okay, Fee. We’ll handle him. He’s nothing compared to la Famiglia.”
