Domenico's POV
I was on my way back to the Hotel we're staying at. We have been tracking this bastard for a week and a half now and he is almost in our trap. They stole so much money it pains me to mention the amount. Michael was one of our trusted men that ran shipments from Mexico to the US and he has been working in the Mafia since my dad ran it.
He was like family, but they always say that the dogs nearest to you bite the hardest and that is so true. The guys that worked with him are no more in this world, but he's still out here in Canada. Everyone knows that the only way you pay for betrayal is with your life and if I let him go, I would be seen as week and that's not something you allow in this world.
Being in this business is hard and taking a life, even harder. You have to do what you have to with what has been given to you. I never asked for this life, but I had to accept it. The same with my father and his father before him and so the list goes on.
I miss Olivia so much and she's probably so pissed because I was supposed to be gone for a week and the week turned into two but if all goes well Michael will be in my grip by tomorrow morning then I can leave after dealing with him. My men are busy checking every corner of this town and surrounding areas making sure we'll get him.
I will not lie about my feelings for Olivia. I love her and I've never felt like this toward any woman, not even my ex. At first, I didn't even think about her in that way or so I thought because she was stuck in my head from that night, I saw her talking to Marco. I was so set on protecting my heart from woman thinking they all are the same but luckily, I caught her in time.
I have to get the Marco problem out of my way and that is where I'm heading now. Marco, dad, and I are sharing a three-bedroom suite in this hotel. I see him and dad chatting as I entered the lounge.
"Son, come join us for a game of cards" my dad said, smiling in my direction. Marco looked at me giving me a nod and I gave a nod back. Uncle Marco is very good at tracking people, and he has connections in the strangest of places that's why he came way before I did and he was gathering intel. He always says he has eyes and ears in every corner of the world. Makes me wonder if he knew about Olivia and I. Dad also came to help and now, I'm here to finish everything off.
I took the seat opposite Uncle Marco and my hands were starting to feel clammy. Wait, why am I nervous? Maybe it's because it's your future dummy, my subconscious scolds me. I rubbed my neck thinking about how I'm going to start this conversation. Here goes everything.
"Uncle Marco, do you think I'm at the right age to settle down?" stupid, stupid question I think to myself. Dad just glanced in my direction and smirked, already knowing what I'm on about. To think, I have to convince my uncle to allow me to date a woman and not my father. You would think my parents would be difficult, but they love Olivia. I know dad didn't say anything to Uncle Marco because even though they are close, I am still his son first.
He looked at me with a smile on his face "do you have a special someone or are you taking your ex back?" he questioned, while dad let out a snort at his question about the ex.
"There is someone I'm interested in, but we need your approval" I said, putting emphasis on the 'we' part as his eyes snapped in my direction and I instantly knew that he knew who I was talking about.
He gave me a hard long stare, before breaking the silence "are you and this person serious?" He asked, placing his cards on the table.
"Yes, we are, and we can't see a future without each other" I truthfully answered.
"Will you marry her tomorrow if you were given the opportunity?" he asked, lifting his eyebrows questioningly.
"If she agrees, I'll marry her this second" I honestly said, with confidence.
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RomanceOlivia is soft hearted innocent soul that has been dealt a dirty hand in life. Her father is a rich business man that would rather spoil his wife and stepdaughter and treat her like an outcast. She is beautiful inside-out. Regardless what they throw...