Fuck… What the hell did any of this mean?
5
MATTEO
“What the fuck?” Frank shouted, grabbing at his bleeding nose. “Why the fuck did you punch me?”
“Learn to drive,” Klaus snapped, shaking out his hand. “My dick has razor burn from your ass.”
“Stop putting your dick in Frank’s ass,” Alessio said conversationally as he stepped out of the SUV and stretched.
Klaus gave Alessio the finger as Frank called Klaus an asshole.
I sighed and shook my head.
What a night.
“Brothers,” I called out. “Come. Let us relax for the evening.”
I nodded to my men at the front door to my mansion. I’d drunk a little too much and fucked a little too hard. Kayley hadn’t been a very good lay, but it was probably better than nothing, and she was willing to have turns taken on her.
We entered the house, leaving Frank to his bleeding nose. The doctor who had been watching over Evan reported that Evan slept well and was happy to receive the new laptop, notebooks, and a variety of pens I’d gotten him.
That made me happy. He was a talented guy, and I saw great things for him. It gutted me that he had to give up his passion for football because I really thought he’d make it big, but we all make sacrifices in this world. I knew that firsthand.
We went into my office, where we settled around the bar and drank some more.
“I should have gone home,” Klaus muttered, finishing his second drink.
“You have a room here,” I said. “I don’t know why either of you bothers with your own places.”
“I do enjoy my alone time,” Alessio said. “And I know Klaus does as well. It is nice for us to leave this world behind for a moment.”
I grunted. Lucky for them. I never got to leave. It was my world, a hell I couldn’t escape.
“News on your old man?” Klaus asked, eyeing me.
I sighed. “No. He said something had come up that he needed to deal with. I assume that was the fire in the underground.”
Alessio scowled at the information. “He is a prick, Teo. We should have killed him long ago.”
“And you know I would have if I could get to him.” I took a deep drink, my irritation rising. I hated my father. I hated my mother. In fact, I was certain they hated one another. Arranged marriages were the norm in my family, and we had certain… traditions.
Giving up my family and marrying the woman I was arranged to marry to save the love of my life and children had nearly killed me.
Despite my sacrifice, my daughter still died, and my father still fucked my wife and created a half-brother I was forced to raise as my own.
I hated Dominic. Whenever I looked at him, all I could see was what was forced on me. On what I’d lost. On whatI’d watched happen as my father sank his dick into my wife’s trembling body first. As I got news that my daughter and soul mate had both been murdered, and my sons were gone.
I never stopped looking. I searched the city every night. Rarely slept, and when I did, I had nightmares of Del reaching for me and begging me to save her. Or hearing my little girl cry for her daddy. Of my sons trying to be brave.
I wanted to find my boys. Bring them home. Alessio and Klaus gently told me the boys were likely dead by now.
And then… Alessandro called Alessio. He’d been here the entire time. The best kept secret Everett had. I’d heard my son’s name, the Archangel, whispered in fear and never knew it was him.
I tried to make it through, though. I was still trying with Dominic, and now Alessandro and Tomasso were home.
Dominic was…
