Indebted To Marco (Slow Updates)

The Man Behind the Mask

Marco

Walking through our new club, Bacchus, keeping pace with the health inspector who was running through our last inspection, before we could finish up the renovations and final touches so we could get rolling on the opening was the last fucking thing I wanted to do. Under Nonno's rule I would have simply bribed or threatened the man prattling away at me, instead I was handling everything as legally as possible when all I wanted to do was put a bullet through his skull and end his annoying rambling.

Unfortunately, my Father has always insisted on handling his American businesses legitimately, leaving no possible trail of criminal activity to any of them even through several of the businesses we owned or are under our protection were used for just that purpose. So here I was wasting unnecessary time jumping through hoops like a fucking show dog to get our newest club up and running while my Father was off in Italy with Gregorio handling whatever business that he deemed necessary to keep from me.

There were far too many things he was currently keeping me in the dark on, expecting me to follow his command without question as I stayed here in the States to rule in his stead. But my continued compliance with those demands was growing thinner and thinner every day. It wasn't just business that we need to get on the same page with, it was also everything else I had held off hearing about the blood oath tying Antonella and I together. I needed all the information now, I needed to know what was going on and most of all I needed to gain control of this spiraling situation between her and I.

Suppressing a growl of frustration, I tried to pay some attention to the health inspector as he moved around the kitchen. I needed everything to go as planned with getting everything signed off, especially since our first official event at Bacchus was going to be Mialena De Luca's eighteenth birthday party this coming weekend, who is my brother's current fascination and regrettably for me her older sister Antonella has quickly become my own fucking obsession. No matter how hard I try I can't get that damn woman out of my head.

Even now with the inspector rambling on, all I could think about was her and how she has been avoiding me these last few weeks. It started out subtle after the Mayors charity dinner, she started out by simply not making or holding eye contact with me, giving brief one worded answers to my questions. At first, I thought maybe she was shy or god forbid ashamed of what I had done to her in the hallway after seeing her talking to fucking MaGee, but now it has grown into a full on avoiding me, at all costs it seemed.

"Boss." Nicco's rough voice cut through my maddening thoughts, pulling me back to the task at hand.

"What?" I scowled, I had grown increasingly frustrated and short-tempered since Antonella has chosen to snub me and I was starting to take it out on whomever was closest to me.

"We got a problem." Nicco replied cautiously, clasping his hands behind his back, prepared for a possible outburst as he cautiously slid his gaze toward the health inspector still in attendance.

"How much longer do you need?" I questioned curtly at the man whose eyebrows shot up on his forehead, stunned by the fury in my tone.

"A little longer I'm afraid... I'm barely half way through my check list Mr. Greco." He quickly informed me. Grinding my teeth, I shot a look to Nicco, needing to know just how demanding the matter was.

"It can't wait boss." Nicco instantly replied, shaking his head at me.

"We'll have to reschedule this." I growled at the inspector, who pulled out his phone, most likely pulling up his calendar.

"Unfortunately, my next available appointment isn't till the middle of next week Mr. Greco... will that work for you?" he asked looking up from his phone.