Page 49 of Forbidden Pregnancy (The Buffalo Italian Mob Family #2)

A ntonio shows up at the villa with two bottles of wine.

“I’m eighteen bitches!!!” He yells at the gate, “I can finally get into the club with my real ID!”

Latrice buzzes him in. Antonio’s wearing a mesh tank top and jeans. He has both his nipples pierced like we’re in London and not Greece. He’s looking to get his ass kicked. Luckily, despite my concerns, Antonio appears capable of handling himself.

I hope he did his damned research about the night club.

If we sell in the wrong clubs to the wrong people, we could create serious problems that fuck up our cocaine empire.

Selling party drugs cut with Johnson & Johnson baby powder to British tourists has supplied both of us with plenty of pura vida South American cocaine to last the summer.

I don’t want to say goodbye to easy money. I don’t want Latrice to ever worry about it. I want her in my villa forever, really. She will be my best friend, lover, then wife and basically… I can have all the fun I want. Loukas would tell me it isn’t much of a life plan but what does he know?

“Woo!” Latrice screams excitedly at the sight of Antonio, “Party time!”

“Yes, queen! I love your hair…”

Antonio kisses her on the cheek and lifts his boot.

“Look at the platform on these, sis. They are fierce as fuck…”

“Where’d you get them?”

Antonio shrugs, “Doesn’t matter. Let me make you a cocktail in your mouth.”

Antonio shakes up the Peppermint Schnapps he carries in one hand and tells Latrice, “Open up!”

She only listens because it’s Antonio. My nephew doesn’t have his father’s eyes but he’s like Loukas in nearly every other way. Except sexual preferences.

Antonio came out to me when he was fourteen and I was sixteen. Some Thermopolis asshole pushed him into a wall and called him a horrible name. I saw the bruises and helped him get revenge.

I’ve looked after my nephew ever since, still giving him shit once in a while for liking cock. But he’s my blood and my best friend. He’s busy with boyfriends now, but his newest will meet us at the club later.

Antonio cheers as he squirts a mouthful of chocolate sauce into Latrice’s mouth and pours a shot of Schnapps. Latrice closes her mouth, cheeks bulging like a puffer fish and then she swallows.

“Holy shit. That was good.”

I roll my eyes and snap, “I don’t want you pouring your cum drink into my mouth. Coke? MDMA? What are we selling the scumbags tonight?”

Latrice unlocks her phone and starts tapping around like she usually does when we start talking drugs. Or the family business as I call it. Antonio sets down his bottles and drags me out. I brush his hand away once we’re in the foyer.

“You talk about this shit in front of Latrice?” Antonio scolds.

He’s Loukas’ son alright. My nephew forgets his place often. I know how Yiayia would handle this. I opt for a more Loukas Pagonis option.

“I can do whatever I want,” I snap, “Drugs? What do you have?”

“I need to move this.”

He reaches into the pockets of his pants. Three ounces of weed in ten Euro bags. Then fifteen bags of coke.

“I’m taking one for myself,” I say, “charge me later.”

“Fine. But we need to move the rest.”

“No way we’re getting this shit in the club after the Adamos incident.”

Antonio rolls his eyes and insists, “We’re fine.”

“Are you sure we can sell here?”

“Who cares? Who the fuck will get in the way of Pagonis business.”

“Antonio. Promise me you looked into it.”

Antonio folds his arms and starts sounding like his sister when he insists, “If we don’t sell drugs how are we supposed to get spending money?”

“You could always fuck an old guy,” I tell him.

Antonio pushes me.

“Fuck off, Gal.”

“Latrice,” I tell him, “We can use Latrice to get it in the club. She’s not Greek. She has huge tits, she can fit this between them.”

Antonio shakes his head and disapproves sharply, “No. She’s not Greek. Which is exactly why we can’t get her involved in mafia business.”

He’s just like Loukas. Too cautious, too caught up in his own self-loathing to be useful.

“She’s my friend,” I snarl, “If she won’t fuck me, she has to be useful to me somehow.”

Antonio snickers.

“That bothers you, doesn’t it? The one girl on earth who won’t sleep with you?”

“Shut up.”

“We can’t use her,” Antonio whispers.

“Give me the drugs, pussy.”

He hands the drugs over with a glare and I put a hand on his shoulder before I warn him, “Tell Loukas and I’ll tell him what I saw you doing last week.”

“Papa knows,” Antonio says, but he’s not sure. I don’t know how Loukas could miss it. Antonio’s never been subtle. I still like keeping my nephew on his toes.

“I’m bringing a 9 mm tonight. Stay armed. You never know when an Adamos cousin might return to Thess for revenge. We can’t all stay home screwing our wives like Lou and Stavros.”

“You are the most bitter uncle in existence.”

I reach my finger into the bag and do a bump. It’s good shit. Clean shit.

“Fuck,” I gasp, “It’s perfect. Better than sex.”

“No, Uncle Galanos,” Antonio says, “nothing’s better than sex when it’s with the right person.”

Latrice walks into the room with her arms folded.

“What are you two still whispering about?”

“Drugs,” I tell her, “I need your help.”

“ My help ?!”

“You sleep in my villa, you use my pool, nothing in life comes free. Hide this in your bra.”

I withdraw everything from my pockets and Latrice has a nearly cartoonish reaction.

“You are fucking kidding me.”

“What?”

“I thought you were a crack head lying about all that mafia shit.”

“Do I look like a fucking crack head? Put the shit in your bra. Now.”

Latrice rolls her eyes.

“I’m not doing what you command like one of your little girlfriends.”

“I don’t have girlfriends,” I snap, “I have sex slaves.”

Latrice flashes me a look of utter disgust. Her loathing shouldn’t have the effect on me that it does.

“I’m not one of your slaves .”

She sounds so disgusted with me. I hate how that makes me feel. Like I want her more. I yearn for her.

“I can tell,” I snap, “You’re not nearly obedient enough.”

“Are you listening to yourself? You have slaves ? Earth to Galanos. I’m black.”

“What does that have to do with me? I’m Greek. Will you help me with the drugs or not?”

“Will you stop being an asshole if I help you?”

“Yes.”

But I’m lying. I’ll never stop being an asshole, especially not to Latrice.

I can’t ever confess my true feelings to her because then she’d find out the truth about me.

I’m exactly as sick as she suspects. And worse.

My reputation in Thess amongst women has landed me in a few scrapes.

I only have Yiayia to thank for weaseling out of them.

“I’ll help,” she agrees, “But if anything happens to me, I will kill you.”

“We own this town, babe.”

“I am not your babe.”

But you could be.

“Whatever. Take the fucking drugs. Hurry.”

Latrice is uncomfortable all the way there. I go in through the backdoor after showing the bouncer my Pagonis ring and flashing my 9mm. Latrice follows behind me, apologizing.

“Did you just threaten to kill that guy ?” She squeals.

“Come,” I tell her, grabbing her wrist and dragging her down the back hallways to the VIP rooms. I have a room reserved five days a week. Once we’re in the room, I lock the door behind us and she takes the drugs out of her bra. I still have mine in my pocket.

“Great,” I tell her, “Think you can move half of this?”

“I’m not selling drugs, Gal,” she protests, “I brought them into the club but you have gone way too far. I only came here tonight so we could hang out and have a good time.”

I roll my eyes and take another bump. I need to be a lot higher to handle Latrice’s protests. And to have the social skills to move this much fucking coke.

“You brought them into the club. Why not sell them?”

“It’s illegal.”

“It’s only illegal if you get in trouble.”

“That’s not how the law works,” Latrice says, getting more frustrated, “I’ll leave you here with your family business. I’m going to hang out with the others.”

She lunges for the door.

“Latrice, wait.”

“What?”

She turns around, pressing her back to the door. I am so close to telling her.

“Stay here,” I say, “They won’t expect us downstairs.”

I take my shirt off. Latrice stares.

I make my bold proposal. The one that will be impossible for her to refuse.

“I’ll fuck you, I’ll eat you out. Then we can have a good night.”

Latrice’s voice changes and she gets serious, “Galanos, put your shirt back on. Seriously.”

“Why? I’ve got a perfect body. I have a perfect cock. So sleep with me, Latrice.”