"Why didn't you tell me?" Marco's voice boomed with authority as Cay's body shook from his outburst. "I tried" she cried softly. "I was six weeks pregnant, when I found out. I tried coming by your home, everyday for a week, only to be told that y...
"Nono I don't understand why you are making me do this" Marco whined. "I'm doing this for your own good, figlio" Marco's grandfather, Callo, said.
"You are making me attend a party and you are making me pick a date, how is this for my own good?" His tone of voice was less than respectful.
Callo turned to his grandson and said coldly "I don't care much for your tone. All they need to see is that you have a date, a nice, quiet girl an then after the announcement is made, you can go back to being a man whore.
I am doing this so your idiot cousin does not get made head of the family. He doesn't have the head or heart for this business. He couldn't kill a flea if he had to. You have no issue or conscience about taking out anyone who will do harm to our family. Capire?"
Marco nodded and promptly apologized. "Nono, I apologize for my disrespectful manner. I do understand why you are doing this and I will comply with your request."
Callo approached his grandson, placed a hand on his shoulder and said "I know you will do the right thing, Marco. I am retiring for the evening but before I do, will you see where your sister is and make sure she gets home?"
Without waiting for an answer, the old man turned on his heel and left Marco standing there, contemplating his earlier words and regarding them as having substance and merit.
Sighing, he pulled out his phone, searched his recent calls and then hit redial. "Jules? Where are you? No, you know how Nono gets. He asked me to come and fetch you, you know it's getting dark out. Okay, text me the name and address and I'll be there shortly."
Sometimes he felt sorry for her because his sister is such a social butterfly and doesn't understand why she has to be careful with whom she chooses to associate with. He shook his head again as he went to find Andre DeTorri, or Dre, his Under Boss and friend.
"Where we headin to boss?' Dre asked. Marco texted him so he could enter the address into the GPS and they took off to retrieve his sister.
It took them about twenty minutes to get to the coffee house where his sister was currently hanging out. It was called One Lump or Two? And from the looks of it, it was a pretty inconspicuous place and seemed to cater mostly to college age students, which Jules was and just a week shy of turning twenty-one.
Pulling up to the curb, he noticed her sitting in a window seat across from a pretty brown haired girl, they were laughing as they looked at something on his sister's phone and then the girl across from his sister threw her hand over her mouth, closed her eyes and shook her head.
Actually come to think of it, he'd never seen Jules act so carefree. He'd have to ask her about her friend, do a background check on her and make sure she didn't have ulterior motives towards her.
He watched her look towards the window at him, holding her finger up as she gathered her things. The girl walked her to the door, unlocked it and held the door for Julietta.
"Hey Marco" Jules said brightly. He just barely acknowledged her with a nod and not bothering to look up from his phone, he asked her "Who's your new friend?"
A smile lit up her face. "Her name is Cay and she is a barista here. We met when she served our group today and I liked her so much I decided to wait for her to get off work so we could visit."
"I wanna meet her sometime" Marco replied as Jules scoffed at him. "You mean do a background check on her? Jesus Christ already. I think I'm a pretty good judge of character and she's a nice person. She doesn't even know who I am." She was huffy now but who could blame her?
Before he could say another word, Jules said "Well here's your chance to ruin my friendship." She was pointing to the girl who was locking up the front door.
"Dre" was all Marco had to say. His man knew what to do and he did it well. He watched in amusement as Dre approached the woman and marveled at how short she was compared to his friend.
Most of Marco's men were six foot and over. Marco himself was a six foot three, two hundred-twenty pound killing machine.
When asked what his most attractive feature was, he would say probably his eyes and eyelashes. He had deep, ice blue eyes and his eyelashes were incredibly long and thick.
Other people had said it was his lips, others swooned over his facial hair and the rest thought his body was his best asset.
He worked out five times a week because he liked to smoke and drink and besides women and his clubs, he had no other vices. He sold drugs for Christ's sake and he saw what they did to the weak. None of that for him.
Oh and let's not forget tattoos. He loved them. He had he word Famiglia on the inside of his left wrist and Omertà on the inside of his right wrist.
His left pec sported a very beautiful portrait of Christ on the cross and the other pec had a rosary. He believed in God but didn't worry about his soul because with everything he's done, there was no doubt where his soul belonged.
Finally on his back was a large tribal tattoo and it looked very sexy on his muscled body and most women found his ink a turn on and he loved turning on the ladies.
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He noticed that she had coffees and a bag, so he rolled the window down and motioned for Dre to let her approach their vehicle and he couldn't help but notice his sister's attitude change.
"Jules, um hey" Cay sounded a little nervous at all the stares she was receiving. "Here's the coffee and scones I promised you. Oh and uh I had some zeppole and sauces as well."
Marco was transfixed on her smile but when his ice blue eyes met her steel gray ones he felt an unfamiliar stirring in his belly but being who he was, he rid himself of those kinds of crazy thoughts.
Safe was not his thing and this poor girl oozed safe. "Cay, this is my brother, Marco. Marco this is Cay." Jules winked at Cay which made her blush fifty shades of red.
"Nice to meet you, Cay" Marco's smooth, rich and accented voice rang out. "Nice to meet you as well" she said shyly. "Well, um Jules, talk to you later?" Cay asked.
"Sure Cay. Be careful going home, okay?" Cay nodded and walked towards another girl, a co-worker who said she would take her home.
Marco watched her walk away, watched her hips sway inside her tight jeans and her having no idea the affect she had on the male population.
"Okay Jules, I'll let you have this one. She seems like a decent person so if you want to keep seeing her as a friend, you can" Marco told her.
Jules looked over at her brother and scoffed but then said softly "Thanks bro. Really." Marco turned to his sister and said "You owe me a favor now."
