Page 95 of Mafia Scars

Claudius chuckled, drawing my attention to him. I knew from the other day, though, that he was the kind of guy to point out the obvious and embarrass you even more. It amused him.

“That good, huh?” He smirked.

Luc looked at him with fierce eyes. “What was that good?” he challenged.

I thought that Luc would have known his brother better and not taunt him.

“The sex,” Claudius replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

I’d never seen Luc blush before, and I knew I must have gone bright red. My cheeks heated up the minute he said that.

I glanced at Marcus to see that he was already looking at me. He looked just like Luc, or rather Luc really looked like him. The younger version. Same piercing blue eyes. Same prominent, clear-cut sculptured features.

“Hi, Mr. Morientz,” I said to him and pressed my lips together. He gave me a little smile and a curt nod. The smile triggered a memory. It was a distant memory with a fuzzy image of him. I must have been four, maybe five. I remembered the smile.

“You remember me?” he asked.

Dad shuffled in his chair.

“You gave me a lollypop.” That was the memory.

He laughed. “I don’t know how you remember that. You were five years old.”

“Hey, you gave my kid sweets?” Dad balked.

My parents only gave me sweets at Easter time. They had a thing about sugar and tried to observe all these healthy rules for optimum health.

“Jesus Christ, Raphe, what is wrong with you?”

Dad huffed and straightened.

“It’s good to see you, pet.” Marcus smiled at me.

Claudius rolled his eyes, and Luc grinned.

“Well, now that we’re all finally here, we can talk about what we’re doing next,” Dad announced. “Amelia, take charge.”

He motioned open-palmed, giving me the go-ahead.

I had to admit that I was slightly thrown and unprepared. I didn’t expect it to happen quite like this or to be in the company of what I guessed were the most badass mobsters you could get. There were my father and Marcus, who looked like they’d just stepped off the set ofThe Godfather, Claudius, who looked like he could kill with one look, and scary in all that leather and his long hair, and Luc.

Luc was sexy as hell, and if I didn’t know him, what I’d take note of most were the smoldering gaze and his attitude.

I straightened and sighed.

“Has the CCTV been cut?” I asked Dad.

“We’re flying blinder than a bird’s ass,” Dad replied. I didn’t get the analogy, but it seemed to work for him.

“Good. So, whoever’s here is counted as the most trustworthy amongst us.”

They all nodded, agreeing.

“I’d like to take a small team to Rockford. I think Luc, myself, and Claudius should go. We can leave tomorrow, grab the diamonds, and come back here.”

“Tomorrow? Is that going to be enough time?” Marcus asked.

“Yes, we need to plan out what we’re doing properly.” If there was one thing I knew from being a cop, it was that you had to have a plan. Always a plan. It was how I kept myself alive.