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“How’d it go?” he asked.

“He wants me to marry his son. Actually, not really marry. He wants me to take his son as my sex slave.”

“What?” Rafael’s jaw went slack.

“Yeah, that was my reaction too.”

“What son? He has like five.”

“His youngest. He said there was a photo somewhere.” I opened the file and flipped through the papers.

“Luca? He wants you to marry Luca?”

His name was Luca? Well, hell.

His father hadn’t even bothered to tell me his name, probably because he didn’t even see him as a human being. That was so fucking weird.

Usually, when it came to psychos like Giovanni, it was the daughters who were treated like a commodity and sons were prized for whatever mysterious reason that defied common sense, but Giovanni didn’t have any daughters.

And if he had five sons, then he could certainly spare one to get what he wanted.

I finally found the photo and I nearly dropped everything I was holding.

It was a nude.

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

But Giovanni was right about one thing. His son was incredibly handsome, and his lean, strong body was perfectly shaped, the muscles in his crossed arms straining.

The angry fire in his dark brown eyes caught my attention the most. There was just something about them.

The dark brown short hair and dark brown eyes should’ve made him look a lot like his father, but he had completely nothing of Giovanni in him. His features were completely different, starting with his full lips.

“Whoa, that’s a nice dick,” Rafael said.

“What?” I glanced down.

True.

“Whatever.” I tucked the photo back between two sheets of paper. “I want to see my father,” I said before I got in the car.

“Sure.” Rafael closed the door.

I leaned back in my seat.

Getting to my father was going to take a few hours because I couldn’t risk the Mazzas following me and finding him in case this was a trap and they were waiting for me to get too comfortable.

But I needed to talk to him about all this and hear his opinion. Sure, I was now officially in charge, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to consider his opinion.

After all, he had far more experience in all this than me.

Ever since an enemy had shot him, as his only child, I’d had to take over the business and everything. Since I’d been around my father all the time, I’d already learned a lot of things, and he’d been teaching me to take over one day too.

But because he’d ended up paralyzed from the waist down and I hadn’t had any problems stepping in, he’d decided that it was time for him to retire and transfer the power completely to me.

No one had argued or protested. Maybe it had helped that I’d hunted down the man who’d shot my father and killed him myself.

It felt like an eternity by the time I reached my father’s hideout. When the door was opened for me, I got out and headed to the front door of a big two-story house.