Chapter 16

Nico

I rake my hands through my hair as I head back up to my bedroom suite, that woman is intolerable, she has to fight and argue about everything. Damnit, why am I chasing this to be King when I could have any other woman I want? I know why because it is a passion, a desire it fills my needs it fills my senses and so what if I am power hungry. There can only be one King here in New York and it will be me. Then I will work on branching out further afield to my great grandparent’s hail from. Sicily. I will knock the Cartel sideways when I start to bring my name over there.

I stop dead in my tracks at the sight of my youngest brother laying on my sofa in the main lounge area. “What the fuck are you doing with your feet on my furniture? Get up you lazy piece of shit. And when did you last shower you look like shit?” Dario dressed in black dress pants, his black shirt open to the waist displaying his fine chest ink, one hand slung over his face, the other hanging down with a whiskey glass