Mafia Kings: Adriano: Dark Mafia Romance Series #2

There was still one more thing that had to be done.

By the time we returned to the patio, my brothers had gone off to do their own thing. I left Bianca with Alessandra and Dario and went into the house to track down the people I needed to see.

I found them in the parlor discussing something.

When I walked up, Massimo and Lars stopped talking and looked over at me.

“Hey,” I said.

“What’s up,” Lars said.

Massimo didn’t say anything.

“I owe you an apology,” I said to Lars. “You’re not a hired gun – you’re family. You’ve been as much of a brother to Dario as any of us when you had his back in prison. I was out of line, and you were right. There are going to be a lot of high-stakes situations, and I can’t go shooting off at the mouth every time I get pissed. I’m sorry.”

I held out my hand to him.

Lars looked at it coolly, then stared into my eyes.

I thought to myself, He’s really not going to accept my apology, is he?

But this time, I didn’t get mad.

I just accepted that I deserved it.

I put my hand down and nodded. “I get it. I don’t just get to say I’m sorry and have it be okay, I’ve got to – ”

Then Lars surprised me.

He reached over –

Grabbed me –

And hugged me.

Then slapped my back once and pulled back. And smiled.

“It’s all good,” he said quietly.

I smiled gratefully and nodded.

Things were okay between us again.

Then I looked over at Massimo.

He was staring at me darkly.

“…I shouldn’t have hit you,” I said.

He stood there for a long moment…

Then frowned.

“That’s it?! Lars gets a five fuckin’ minute-long speech and I get, ‘I shouldn’t’ve hit you’?!”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

I shrugged. “Well, I shouldn’t have.”

Massimo paused…

Then shook his head. “Dick.”

“Asshole.”

We stared at each other grimly –

And then burst out grinning at the same time.

Suddenly he wrapped his arm around my neck and tried to give me a noogie.

“I think I’ll just take it out of your hide,” he laughed as I struggled to get away from him.

“Fuckin’ stronzo,” I half-snarled, half-laughed as I broke out of his grasp. “I oughta pop a cap in your ass – ”

“Just try it,” he laughed as he came at me again.

“Well, I did already bitch-slap you, so – ”

“OH – I think somebody’s askin’ for a wedgie – ”

“Don’t you fuckin’ – ”

Massimo tackled me and we went to floor, wrestling like we did when we were kids.

Lars sighed, but this time with a smile, as he watched us roll around.

“Idiots,” he said affectionally.