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the lead tomorrow," she commented, casually sipping her cocktail. I was mesmerized by her deep red lips and subconsciously licked my own.
    “News travels fast.”
    “Doesn’t it always around here? I swear it’s worse than high school. Just be careful.”
    "Be careful, yourself. Anyone that overheard you just now would think you were worried about me," I chuckled, trying to brush off the concern on her face before I moved back to the table.
    Carlo, the boys, and I finished off the entire bottle of bourbon while I watched Trixie onstage. She was a dancer, but nothing too seedy. Tony wouldn't allow it. She was too beautiful for that, anyway. Still, with one sway of her hips, I was always captivated. That was something that would never change.

    Tony, the stupid motherfucker, had finally lost it, and the hijacking ended with him taking a bullet in the leg. If I hadn't shot the gunman down, Tony would've been pushing up daisies right about now. Why didn’t that fucker ever listen to me? Why couldn’t he let me lead like Carlo wanted? Stupid, dumb, fucking idiot !
    "Oh, God!" Trixie cried while Bennett and I carried Tony into his house. We'd already called the doctor. "What happened?"
    "The stupid fucking idiot couldn't follow orders!" I snarled, pushing him down onto the couch in the front room.
    "I had it!" Tony winced as Trixie wrapped a cloth around his leg and pulled it tight.
    "Yeah, it looks like it," she grumbled. Shit! While she was kneeling on the floor in front of Tony, I could see right down her top. A fucking black lace bra? You have got to be kidding me.
    "Where is he?" I heard Carlo before I saw him, his voice laced with concern. The doctor was close behind him. "Will you ever learn, Son?" he hissed. "What the fuck happened? I thought we had agreed on Ryan leading this one."
    "Tony tried to act like the big man, as usual," Bennett glared. "If it wasn't for Ryan, your son would be dead right now."
    "Is that true?" Carlo glared at Tony, throwing his arms up in the air. "You can't win these battles alone! You have to let Ryan help you. How will you ever take over for me if you can't even trust your second in command?"
    "I trust him," Tony muttered, looking over at me.
    "He just doesn't like me having the control," I added. I fucking knew what it was all about. I didn't want to take Carlo’s place, and the sooner Tony realized that, the better it would be for everyone. I just wanted to fuck his girlfriend...with his permission, of course.
    "Just let the doctor fix you up," Carlo stressed to his son. "Trixie, can you show Doctor Banks to one of the spare rooms? Bennett and Adam will help Tony get there." I watched Trixie as she stood, hypnotized by her fucking perfection. Tony was such a lucky asshole to have her, but he didn’t give a shit. He was constantly dipping his dick in any pussy that wandered his way, the fucking idiot.
    Fuck, if Trixie were mine… I shook my head to clear it. Thoughts like that were likely to get me killed someday. The one thing I did know for sure, though, was that hers would be the only pussy my dick would visit for the rest of eternity if it were possible. How could that dumb fucker think any woman was better than her? He was fucking insane.
    "Come have a drink with me, Ryan," Carlo muttered. Wordlessly, I followed him into the study. As he poured us both a glass of bourbon, he spoke again. "It would seem that I’m in your debt."
    "It was nothing. I was just doing my job."
    "You've gotten my son out of many scrapes over the years."
    "He's like a brother to me. I have to watch his back."
    "You never ask for anything in return, though," Carlo commented thoughtfully.
    "There’s only one thing I want, and he would never agree to it."
    "Oh, yes…Trixie," he chuckled. "Well, that would be up to the two of them."
    "I would never degrade her that way. Besides, Trixie has never been interested in me like that." I knew it for a fact. Hell, I'd lost count of the number of times I’d asked