Liam's POV

I slid my left hand down and felt the brass knuckles in the pocket of my pants. I wanted bash his face in. The vein at the side of my neck pulsed thickly, as it always did when I became bloodthirsty. My vision began to cloud over with rage. I knew, without a doubt, my father was waiting to see what I would do. Whatever choice I made, he would back me up here and bitch at me at home. I would not let anyone show me up, much less an old-timer halfway to his grave already. Not here, not now, and not ever. The room was silent as I stood up, walked over to his stocked bar, and poured myself a glass of brandy. He wanted to play hardball? So could I.
“How much does she even know about the company, excuse me, I mean the empire, as you people call it?” I asked him as I poured.
“Enough.”
Leering, I turned back to him. “Enough? That’s all you can give me?
Orlando, meet me halfway here. You and I both know she may be smart, but no father would ever allow his little princess to see the things we see, or do the things we do.”
“She’s a quick learner. Considering the women you’ve been with, is that not enough?” He had a point.
Turning to my brother, I drank some more before leaning on Orlando’s desk. It would be mine soon enough.
“Neal, dear brother, what do you think?” I asked, taking Orlando’s the pen and point it at him.
“As long as she fulfills her other duties, why not? Anything she doesn’t know, you can teach her. It may help bind you both together.” I almost wanted to applaud him. I laughed at the thought.
Sometimes, Neal was just so wise.
“And Declan, dear cousin, what do you think about this rude, last-minute shift in the contract?”
Declan grinned. “Worse comes to worse, you have to waste five minutes explaining things to her. Plus, I kind of like the idea. Maybe if the women knew how hard it was to make a few million, they wouldn’t spend it so quickly.”
We all laughed and turned to Orlando who smirked at me with those damn chapped lips of his. I wasn’t sure if it was because he agreed or because all the cancer drugs were messing with his brain. Orlando Giovanni was harder to read than most.
“Well then, Orlando, I do believe I’ll be marrying your daughter,” I said with no emotion in my voice. Declan handed me the contract again.
Before the pen touched the paper, I stared at the meticulous script that spelled out Melody Nicci Giovanni.
I wanted to see her first, but I signed anyway. My father had always told me to pick my battles so that I could have energy to survive the war. There was too much riding on this for me to refuse just because I would have to get an okay from a little princess. Besides we were married, I would keep her too busy to care.
“You aren’t going to seek counsel from your father?” Orlando asked as I signed away my soul.
“His bride, his choice,” my father said, speaking for the first time, and with just as much emotion as I had. None.
“My choice it is,” I repeated, handing the sickly man, my future father-in-law, the papers. We shook hands, and I tried to force myself not to snap his in half. “I would like to see whom I have chosen.”
“But of course,” he said, ringing a bell that echoed throughout the room.
Finishing the last of his horrible brandy, I waited.
When the door opened, I felt my cock try to detach itself. The girl who walked in was an ugly duckling with thick and messy dark brown hair, dark glasses, and goddamn braces.
Fuck it all to the seven levels of hell! my mind screamed.
“Just think, underground heroin fields. When would you like that plastic surgeon’s number?” Neal murmured beside me. I could hear the laughter being held back in his voice. He cared about those damn underground heroin fields so much, you would think he did fucking heroin himself.
“Ms. Bianchi, where is my daughter?” Orlando asked, and my blood pressure dropped while my cock rose in hope. I could have sworn I heard the old man snicker.
“Closest fucking call of your life,” Declan uttered, as we waited for the ugly duckling’s reply. The timid girl glanced at us, but did not answer.
Instead, she kept her eyes glued to the floor. If she didn’t speak up soon, I would twist her ugly little head off.
“It’s fine, Adriana. The man before you is Melody’s fiancé. You may speak freely,” Orlando told her while I was losing my goddamn patience.
Bowing at us first, she rose and gave me her full attention, standing with so much pride it almost distracted from her appearance . . . almost.
“Good morning, sir. The Boss is in a meeting in the basement,” she said, making us all freeze. Everyone in our world knew that fucking word.
“Is this some sort of joke?”
“Who do you think has been running things while I die, gentlemen?” He snickered, before turning away from us. “If you don’t believe me, you are free to go to the basement. But be forewarned, you won’t meet a woman who needs to be taught anything. Benvenuti nella famiglia,4 Callahans.”
Flaming, I turned back to my father who was still staring at the sick man in the chair.
“Did you know this?” I glared at him, only to have him glare right back.
Most days, I knew my place under my father, but the tides were shifting. I was rising, and I needed to know if he had held information from me.
“No, Liam, I was not aware. It seems to have been a well-kept secret, but does explain the recent growth of the Giovanni Empire,” he replied, seeming somewhat baffled by the thought of it as well.
“No fucking way a girl has been behind all this,” Neal said like a child.
“Take us to her then,” I commanded the girl, and she nodded. I would see this Melody and find out if she was truly the Boss they had dared to call her.
“Sedric, may I share words with you for a moment?”
My father nodded, no longer caring what I chose to do.
One last time I turned to Orlando, who didn’t even bother looking back as we left. It must have been a grim day for him. He would lose a company and a daughter. I didn’t pity him, though—he’d be dead soon enough.