Lies covered in love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2- Family (Nick)

Right know I'm in my moms office siting opposed to her next to my brother. Safe to say I'm this close to detaching his head off an feeding it to the wolfs.

"So to be clear to claim the throne of my empire I have to get married?" I questioned to my mother, the Donna of the Italian Mafia.

Beside me my brother,Lorenzo (we called him Enzo for short), winced and so did I. I was a tough guy but I'm not gonna deny being scared to death of the woman who birthed me. No one crossed my mother unless they wanted to be six feet below sea level.

Behind us our younger brother, Antonio, was chuckling at my stupidity and I couldn't blame him.

The bastard wasn't into the "family business" so he wasn't in this unspoken competition between me and Enzo. Fast cars and racing excites him. Apparently as much as when I can feel a pulse stop ticking because of the pressure of my hands on the bodies neck. Or when I can see the life of someone slowly but satisfyingly drain from their eyes. I think it's a bunch of bullshit. But to each man his own.

My mother, Annabella Viotto, built this empire from the ground up after my father left right before my youngest twin siblings were born. And she did it all by herself with no help. Accomplishing what most people couldn't even dream of doing. So was it a low blow to call it mine instead of hers? :Yes, yes it was

My mother gave me a humorless chuckle before her face went straight. "Silly me how could I forget the great Nicholas Viotto building my empire from the ground up."

Shit. Full name. Everyone I was close with called me Nico as a nickname, including my mother.

"Oh right he didn't" she deadpanned.

"Not my Empire yet. But we both know I know this business better than anyone and between my other three siblings I am the best option." I argued.

Just then my little sister, Sofia, came in the room. Sofia's the younger twin of Antonio both turning 22 in about a month. She specializes in Manipulation, torture, knifes and last and definitely least making fun of her brothers every chance she got.

"Hello my oh so dear family" she says in a too chirpy voice.

Me and my brothers exchange a knowing glance at each other before replying all together "no."

" I didn't even say anything yet." She gives a fake pout.

"No we will not help you prank the guards." Antonio further explains while rolling his eyes.

"Boring bunch of dumbasses you guys are." She replies while sitting down next to Antonio.

When she sits down they both start having a hushed conversation. Their voices low enough for anyone but them to hear. But a second passes and Sofia says something that gives Antonio a panicked expression. She stands up and walks to Enzo and I until she's right behind our Chairs.

She flicks us with her hand both on the back of our heads. And we groan from the sting at the same time.

Then says "that's what you get for having Boardgame Night without me." She practically sprinted out.

Enzo and I glared at Antonio who stared at his phone with a bored expression.

Me and my siblings made a tradition when Sofia and Antonio was 17, Enzo was 18 and I was 22 that once a month we would meet up at our mothers house and play childish board games super competitively. No one would be left out and no one else was invited, just us four. We agreed on mom's house because that's where our carefree childhood was. It meant something meaningful to all of us, especially Sofia.

My mom sighed, she had a little disappointment in her eyes from us leaving Sofia out but brushed it off. " yes to inherit the thrown you have to get married" she continued the conversation we had earlier. "But until then no more bickering. I already have a lot of stress at work because of the Americans. I don't need more because of my kids." She finished than dismissed us.

The Americans and the Italians weren't in the best relationship right now. And to be honest I wouldn't be surprised if we got into a full out war.

I leave her office and head downstairs where my car and driver are. I make a call to my assistant "Get me a wife and do it fast." Is all I say before hanging up. I get in the backseat and my driver asks "where to monsieur?" (Mister) he's worked for me for a while. Since I started working for my family actually, so when I was 17. So 10 years he's worked for me. "The house please, Calvin?" I say with a little more ruff than needed. He gives me a familiar smile and does as he's instructed while starting our usual easy conversations.

I've never told this to anyone but Calvin's almost like a dad to me, he's always been there for me, always gives me advice, and knows all my secrets.

I need to find a wife. And I'm a pretty good looking guy. With my dark chocolate brown hair, light blue eyes, 6'4ft. The only thing I'm insecure about is my scar. It starts right above my left brow and ends in a straight-ish line near my top lip but not quite touching. Lets just hope it doesn't drive woman away. I've never had problem with woman before but there's a first time for everything.

I just need to find a wife before Enzo does.