Page 18 of An Alpha's Affair

“Fuck strategy, Niro!” I shout, losing my shit.

It’s unlike me to be out of control. I don’t raise my voice, especially at my family. But I found out some fucked up shit about Mindy and her husband, Ross, and I can’t believe I let that asshole live.

“Luca, calm the fuck down! The fuck is wrong with you?” Ro questions with narrowed eyes.

I take a deep breath and run my hands through my hair, and I see when Ro zones in on my hands. I know I will have to come clean about what happened because I never get welts or scratches from doing family business. I’m meticulous, and Inever leave any type of DNA or evidence that can potentially connect me to a crime.

“We’ll discuss this later. Everybody out… except you, Luca.” Ro points at me.

All my cousins file out of the office, and Paolo slaps my shoulder on the way out. I know he wouldn’t snitch, but I’m surprised he didn’t tell my brother where I was since the family was in danger. I wouldn’t have been mad about it because of the extenuating circumstances.

“What the fuck is going on with you, little brother?”

“Don’t start that little brother shit, Ro,” I respond, annoyed.

He knows it irritates me when he’s condescending. Ro only calls me little brother when he’s being an asshole. He has a lot on his plate, and I know that my disappearing for a week pissed him off.

“Luca, you have scratches on your hands. What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?” Ro’s seriousness is loud and clear.

He’s not joking or being a jerk. Ro and I are alike in a lot of ways. Being a control freak is one of them. Neither of us likes to feel like things are out of our depth. Ro not knowing where I was while our family was being threatened is a trigger for him, and I feel guilty as hell about it.

I sigh, “I can handle it, Ro. It’s nothing.”

“Luca, we’re going to war. But it looks like you’re already in one. I won’t lose you because you’re being stubborn.”

I plop down on the sofa. I have to tell my brother what’s going on with me. Even if it’s to give him a piece of mind that I’m not in any trouble. As much as I have named myself the protector of this family, Ro has always been mine.

“I met a woman,” I confess.

“Your hands are scratched and red because you met a woman?” Ro frowns.

“Yeah… well, no.” I shake my head. “I interrupted her husband beating her, and I lost my shit.”

“Wait. You met amarriedwoman? Did you make her a widow?” Ro curiously questions.

“I didn’t kill him because she needed my help in the moment. But I’m sure I’ll have to eventually.”

While observing Mindy’s movements, I never caught a glimpse of her trash husband. It made me curious as to why he wasn’t out looking for his missing wife. If I had seen him even one time, he would’ve been dead. But he never made an appearance.

“Is this man going to be a problem? I’ll kill his ass right now.” My brother turns into a protective sibling in an instant.

I know Ro is serious, if Mindy’s husband is a problem in any way, shape, or form, my brother won’t think twice about making him disappear. But I don’t need my big brother to come to my rescue. I’m the family hitman for fuck’s sakes.

“Nah. He’s not an issue. But I promise to let you know if he becomes one.”

“Alright. As long as you stop fucking disappearing, I’m fine with staying out of your business.”

I nod, “No more disappearing. Got it. Now, what are we going to do about the Giuliani family? They’ve disrespected us too much, Ro. We can’t let that shit ride.”

I know Ro wants to continue to dig into my business, but nothing is more important than the immediate threat against our family. The Giuliani family needs to be destroyed. I want nothing more than to wipe them from the face of the earth.

“I don’t plan on letting anything ride, brother. But like Niro said, we have to be strategic. When their men don’t return, and my club is still standing, they’ll know we caught them. They’ll be waiting for retaliation.”

“So, what do we do to buy more time?” I question my brother.

“Now, we make Don Giuliani think his flunkies succeeded in hitting my club.”

The devious smirk that forms on my brother’s face is identical to mine. We will make the Giuliani’s pay, then I will be able to focus on making that asshole Ross Stewart regret the day he was ever born.