Future Son-In-Law
**ROMANY**
Throwing one last look in my direction, Anna turns around and follows the two armed men up the stairs and Jaime is shoved forward and onto the other couch.
“If you don’t want your mama to cry, I suggest you behave, eh?” Ruiz’s father warns Jaime.
“Fuck you, Delgado,” Jaime snaps, spitting at the old man’s feet. “At least when my mama cries it will be because she loves me, not because she gave birth to a troll the way yours did.”
Ruiz’s father cracks him across the face with a backhanded slap and although Jaime’s face blossoms with fresh blood, he continues to grin. “Tell me, Delgado. Did you eat your cocoon after you were born or did your mother burn it? And if she did burn it, were you still in it? Because it kind of looks like you were.”
“Am I going to have to gag you, Puto?” Ruiz’s father says. “Or would that turn you on?”
“That depends,” Jaime replies. “Is your cock as pretty as your smile?”
“Jaime!” Ruiz hisses as he returns to my side. “Shut the fuck up.”
He takes a seat next to me on the couch, placing a small bag of ice on the left side of my face. “Hold still,” he says when I flinch away, the cold sting like a thousand tiny needles on my tender flesh.
Ruiz’s father glares down at him. “What are you? Her fucking nurse? She can do it herself. Go outside and wait for the boat, Ruiz. You are beginning to worry me.”
*Boat? What boat?*
I try to meet Ruiz’s eyes, but his attention is riveted on the front door beyond the first floor landing. The urge to turn around and inspect the area myself claws into me, and I’m just about to do it when he switches the ice pack to the opposite side of my face, holding it gently against my skin and keeping my head in place.
“Are you ready, Bonita?” he whispers, not looking at me. He shifts his gaze so that he is watching his father who has stepped toward the bar to pour himself a drink. “There are some things that cannot be done by my hand, so I will have to rely on yours.”
“What?” I hiss back. *What is he asking me? Is he asking me to kill these men? All of them?*
“My father,” he breathes out, setting the ice pack on my lap. “Do not hesitate.”
“The boat! Ruiz!” his father shouts from behind me. “Deja de jugar con esa zorra. ¿De verdad crees que a ella le gustaría alguien como tú?”
***Stop playing with that slut. Do you really think she would like somebody like you?***
Ruiz’s entire body tenses and although I don’t know what his father has said to him, I can tell that it has disturbed him enough to freeze him in place. Ruiz chuckles darkly, his eyes drifting over me in his shirt and then back to his father.
“She seems to like me just fine, padre. Have one of the men wait for the boat. I’m not your fucking errand boy.”
Jaime starts to giggle from his spot on the couch and I shoot him a warning glare which he promptly ignores
The loud and sudden chiming of Don Angeletto’s phone has me startling in my seat and when he pulls it out, the creepy smile that he has been unsettling me with dissipates into a look of abject horror.
“What the fuck is this?” he hisses to himself, swiping up on his phone and going beet red.
“What is it?” Antony inquires from his corner of the room. “What’s wrong?”
Don Angeletto ignores him, pressing a button on his phone and then placing the phone at his ear. “Come on, girl. Answer. Answer.”
I can hear it from where I’m sitting when the voicemail of Emilia Angeletto warbles over the line promising to return all calls in a timely manner and the very moment it does Don Angeletto practically explodes into a slobbering beast.
“Ffffuccckkk!!!” he screams, hands shaking, body quaking in anger.
I jerk back, tighter into the sofa, my hand curling a little more intimately around the revolver under my shirt.
“What the *fuck* are you screaming about, Berto?” Ruiz’s father exclaims coming back around from the bar to observe his partner a bit more closely.
Don Angeletto’s eyes find me for a moment, flashing with the promise of vengeance, his hands come up as if to grab me, but then he stops, jerking backward and stepping away.
Ruiz’s father’s head swivels in my direction. “What have you done now, Puta? Eh?” He raises a hand as if to strike me and I ready myself, curling my finger around the trigger, but before either of those things can happen, Ruiz leaps to his feet and snatches his father’s arm in a death grip that flexes all of his muscles.
*If he weren’t so hairy, he would be pretty fucking hot.*
*Ugh! Are you really thinking about that right now, Ro?*
“She hasn’t done anything, padre. Do not strike her again,” Ruiz growls, low and deadly.
His father glares at him, shaking his son off and then studying him as if he’s a rare form of serpent that has just slithered into the den. “Oh. I see,” Delgado coos softly. “You think to protect her. The bitch? That *whore.”* He shakes his head. “She is not for you, mijo. You are better than a whore. And I will teach you that even if I have to kill her myself.”
I see him reach into his waistband and without a doubt I know he’s about to retrieve his gun, so once again I prepare myself, but Ruiz steps in front of me and his father freezes in anger.
And that is when Don Angeletto’s phone begins ringing and every head spins his way. He turns to his son and snarls, “I thought you said that she was Mickey Scavo’s girl. That DeMarco didn’t give a fuck about her.”
Antony’s eyes flash with heat and a look of pure confusion stutters his features. “She is. Scavo’s obsessed with her. And you were at the meeting. You know what he did.”
Don Angeletto is still angry, his face still red, but he nods, sucking in a deep breath and attempting to control his demeanor before he answers the phone. “Hello my future son-in-law. How can I help you?” Don Angeletto listens for a moment, then his eyes going straight for me and the rage that burns in them is almost enough to set me aflame in my seat.
*Future son-in-law?*
*Alex. He’s talking about Alex.*
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