Wild One

Four

Niccolo

Luciano and I stood watching the dance floor, elbows on the railing. My eyes were drawn to one girl in particular who was wearing a short dress that obviously was not hers, based on uncomfortably she seemed with the length of it-or rather the lack of it.

Every five seconds or so, she'd pull It down, and glare at the fabric when it didn't stay at her knees. I watched her cautiously eye every man who got near her, as her friend tried to coerce her into dancing.

The girl would shake her head emphatically, say something inaudible, and scoot back to the bar.

Luciano was not happy.

"She's a...kid, Niccolò."

I watch her as I answer nonchalantly. "I told you, I find her innocence intriguing."

He scoffs. "You mean you want to corrupt her."

I shoot him a look, grinning wickedly. "Oh, as much I possibly can."

He throws his hands up in defeat.

"Dio mio, cugino."

(My God, cousin)

I shrug. He asked.

"So will you go and talk to her, and just stay here like a pedophile and watch her?"

I glare at him from the corner of my eye.

"Actually, this is just a coincidence. I called you here for him," I nod in the subjects direction.

Luciano's eyes quickly follow my lead, finding the man who had been trying to talk to her all night.

"I know you weren't that creepy."

I quirk a brow at him in silent question, go which he nods sadly. "Sí, you are that creepy aren't you."

I simply sigh. "I haven't decided what to do. I wanted your advice."

Luciano's sips his Henessesy blissfully. He doesn't drink at home anymore on account of the kids.

He also rarely leaves his home now, so he rarely drinks.

"I gave you the position because I thought you could handle it, cugino."

"And I can," I insist. "But I want your opinion. Is that so wrong?"

He rolls his eyes. "What do you think you should do?"

I eye the man again. "Get rid of him before he becomes a bigger problem."

"How long have you suspected he might be against the take over?"

"Since it began," The man reaches out to touch her-Manon. She moves away from his hand, and scoots over a seat, much to my amusement.

"Then do what you think is best. I'm sure you will make a good decision."

He's useless.

"Go home to your wife, Lucy. I've got some work to do."

He glares at me. "You may be Capo now, but you still don't tell me what to do."

Although we both know he's going to leave anyway, he's so hard headed, that he'll stay an extra 30 minutes, just to prove I'm not the boss of him.

Childish ass. "Fine. Stay here. Leave, I don't care."

"I will," He hollers at my back.

I shake my head, rolling my eyes.