Marissa Riva is the Italian mafia princess. She has been missing since she was 4. Kidnapped by her own mother.
The Riva family was mentally destroyed after her disappearance.
Then the father was gone too.
Leaving the six brothers with no hope, bro...
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"So why are you doing this?" Ryle asked Blake voicing all of our thoughts. When I tell you the car ride is tense... I can't describe it enough. Tense is a far weak adjective to describe this vibe.
"Why are you doing this?" Blake always does this when he doesn't have a perfect ready answer, he becomes the questioner.
"Because it's my job to do so. However you... you could have just sent your men."
"Are you stupid?"
"Blake!" I exclaimed, he can't talk to him like that, it's not nice but then again we're talking about Blake. "If you're gonna have a conversation, let's be mature."
"We are married Ryle, I have no other choice than to fight by her side and even if I wasn't obliged to do this, I would do anything for Rose, I would die for her and she deserves way more." Blake said glaring at him in the revue mirror before putting his hand on my inner thigh. By the way he's driving.
"You are not obliged to do this, I am not stupid. You, did not, have to come." Ryle said. "Unless you asked for something in return, I mean.. the war stops only if you and Marissa are alive or dead but if Marissa dies, the war doesn't stop which means you have something in this." He is so not wrong.
"I did ask for something in return, you have a problem with that?" Blake challenged him. I would die to know this something.
"No. But it's not pretty to act like you're doing this out of love for Marissa." Ryle said. Shit. Blake's hand tightened around my skin indicating he's not in a very happy mood.
"I don't have to prove anything to you Ryle. If you're doubting my feelings for my wife, it's your problem." Blake said. "What are you trying to accomplish Ryle huh? We all know how much I have done for Marissa, all of the underground knows how far I would go for her and she knows it. There's no competition Ryle, because I always win." Literally what...?
"Blake, there's no competition at all. Ryle and I share a friendship. Let's not start saying non sense." I said hoping they would both calm down.
"You know what's the difference between you and me Blake?" Ryle asked obviously not waiting for an answer. "I don't care as long as she is happy however you, you don't care as long as you're happy." My eyes widened because his response was... competitive? It sounded like they were really fighting over me when I thought Ryle had no feelings for me whatsoever.
Blake smirked. "Yeah, that's right." Why did I find that hot? I am so toxic it's unbelievable. But deep down, I know that Blake pretends most of the time, deep down he wants to care about people and he wants people to care about him.
