They say that nowadays, love cease to exist. It's just a myth. To which it never existed. That it was just in fairytale. Or in movie's, book but not life.
But Ezra helped me prove them wrong. It not just a myth, it doesn't just happen in a fairytal...
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I can't even think straight after the stunt Nevaeh pulled yesterday at the warhorse. The way her body felt under me.
The way her pus—
"Ezra, are you even listening?" Octavius snaps me out of my trance. "Yes, I'm fucking listening." I growled at him. He gave me a dead look, knowing I was lying.
"They went under the radar." Octavius told the me and everyone at the meeting.
"Well, fish out then." One of my uncles said, He's my mom's brother. "Get something they want." Niccoló and Octavius both look at me.
Don't fucking look at me.
My uncle looked at me; his dead eye looked as though he had connected the dots. I glared at Octavius and Nico.
"You already have what he wants." He paused, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "You're just not going to use her."
Well, no shit, Sherlock.
My uncle isn't stupid; he knows exactly what game he's playing right now. The rest of my mom's brothers snapped their eyes in my direction.
There are five of them at this table; the rest of the guys in the room are a mixture of my men and theirs.
"So what are you going to do, boss?" His tone was laced with poison. Riccardo is the oldest son of my grandfather. Riccardo is Leo's and Niccoló's father.
Octavius notices the tension that is filling the room as fast as water fills a glass cup. "We'll fine her; it just takes time." I say it dryly.
I'm not using Nevaeh as leverage. I will not; it could get her killed. I know my mother wouldn't want me to dangle Nevaeh like a fresh piece of meat.
It hurts not knowing if my mom is okay or even alive, but I'm selfish, yes, I know that. But if I lose Nevaeh, I'll lose everything I have built. She is the screw that keeps everything together. Keeping me together.
"No, we'll give Fernando what he wants." Riccardo growled. "No, we will not." Octavius snapped, slamming his hands on the table.
Octavius and Nevaeh have gotten closer. But sometimes I think they want to kill each other. "Shut the hell up, boy." My uncle shouted across the table.
I saw Octavius grab his gun, clenching it in his hand. "I will not use her to get my mom. I will be fined another way." Riccardo slammed his hands down on the table, pushing himself out of his seat.
"Then I'll do it myself." He growled, moving to the door. "I swear to God, Riccardo, if you touch her, I'll fucking kill you. I don't give a shit if your family." I roared, gripping his throat and slamming him against the wall.
I could feel the anger pumping through my veins. "Did you forget who fucking owns you, Hmm?" I tightened my grip around his neck.
"Ezra." He gasped, clawing at the hand that was against his throat. "Se mai farai di nuovo una tale minaccia, non esiter a metterti un proiettile nel cranio." I warned him before slamming his head into the wall and letting him go.
