Page 113 of Saved By A God
“Please tell me you’re going to ask her to marry you,” Georgi groans. “Because we’ve all had it up to here…” he indicates above his head. “…with you taking your fucking time.”
The corner of my mouth lifts, and Adriano punches my shoulder playfully. “Have you proposed?”
“Not yet.” I glance around the table. “But I bought the ring. I’m just waiting to finish off Yegor and Danil before I ask her to marry me.”
“I was at the warehouse yesterday to drop off a shipment of submachine guns,” Georgi says. “Saw the fuckers. They don’t look like they’ll last much longer.”
Uncle Dario and I have been taking turns beating the shit out of Danil and Yegor, who are missing half their fingers and toes and all of their teeth.
I’m actually surprised Yegor has lasted this long.
Adriano climbs to his feet, then announces, “Enzo is waiting for Yegor and Danil to die before he proposes to Rosie, so let’s do our girl a favor and go kill the fuckers.”
I watch as all the men get up, agreeing with Adriano, before I climb to my feet and walk to the elevator.
While waiting as the men go down in groups of five, I look at my brother and say, “I’m going to be Rosie’s underboss as well, so you might want to consider promoting Nico.”
He surprises me by muttering, “I already did.” Placing his hand on my shoulder, he continues, “I wasn’t born yesterday, Enzo. You’ve made it very clear Rosie comes first, and I agree, her safety and wellbeing are a priority. Nico will take over half of your work to free up time for you. I still want you to control the finances, and that you can do from anywhere.”
Relieved he’s taking it so well, a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. “Thanks for being so understanding.”
Christiano shrugs. “We’re brothers before anything else, Enzo. Your happiness is important to me.”
The elevator opens, and we step inside with Uncle Renzo, Uncle Franco, and Riccardo. During the ride down, Riccardo suddenly blurts out, “I’m going to be a father.”
Uncle Franco’s head snaps toward his son. “What?”
“Gianna’s pregnant. She told me this afternoon.”
My best friend looks shell-shocked as he stares at the control panel of the elevator, then he repeats, “I’m going to be a father.”
We all slap his back and shoulders, the small space filling with hollers, then Uncle Franco hauls Riccardo into a hug.
When the doors open, the other men are already getting into their cars, but they stop when Christiano shouts, “Dad, Gianna is pregnant.”
Uncle Damiano’s head snaps up, and everyone stops moving and glances in our direction.
“Don’t tell our mom,” Riccardo says. “Gianna wants to give them the good news, and she’s already going to be upset with me for not being able to keep my mouth shut.
It takes several minutes for everyone to congratulate my best friend before we pile into sedans and SUVs and head toward the warehouse.
When we all walk into the room where Yegor and Danil are still tied to the metal chairs, Danil’s face pulls tight with fear while Yegor seems to look relieved.
“It’s about time,” he mumbles through his gums and busted lips.
“Bring all the bats and any piece of metal that can be used as one,” Christiano orders.
Our men run around and return with bats, crowbars, iron rods, and even wooden poles.
I grab a crowbar, wanting my pound of flesh from the fuckers, and when every man who loves Rosie is armed with a weapon, I look at the fuckers who thought they could take her from us.
“This is for Rosie!” I roar as I take the first swing, the claw of the crowbar tearing through Danil’s shoulder.
He’s the fucker who killed the hackers in front of my woman. He’s the one who worked her like she was a fucking dog.
Blow after blow, the two bastards are beaten and torn apart until pools of blood cover the floor and their cries die.
With one final hit, I bury the claw in Danil’s forehead, and stepping back, my chest heaves from the workout.
