The Bishop by M.E. Clayton
Epilogue
Leonardo – (One Month Later)~
With Sienna already moved in, we were only waiting until the end of the month to get married. Her cast is supposed to come off in two weeks, so two weeks after that we’re getting married in a small, quiet ceremony, two towns over. Since she wants a real wedding, it’s safer to have it in another town, so no one suspects. It was highly dangerous for all three Benettis to be at a public gathering like that, so we were being as careful as possible since Luca had insisted on attending, no matter what.
And now we were sitting in his office, an impromptu meeting called. If it weren’t for Sienna wanting to present her sister with the illusion that she had a normal life, I would have preferred we just get married here.
“So, what’s up?” Sal asked, comfortable on the couch while Luca leaned against the edge of his desk and I sat in one of the chairs.
“I’ve been thinking about the club on Capitol,” Luca said. “I think you should buy it.”
The Eagle on Capitol Street used to be a strip club, but the owner had a bit of a gambling problem and the building went into foreclosure three months ago. I knew Sal had talked to Luca about buying it and renovating the place, but I hadn’t heard anything on Luca’s decision. Sal wanted to keep it a strip club, but Luca wasn’t fond of the flesh trade. Shit got dicey when dealing with women. Even if it wasn’t prostitution, when men salivated over women there was always a chance for drama.
Sal sat up. “Still a strip club?”
Luca nodded. “I’m fine with that as long as the girls are taken care of. The club will have top-notch security and the women vetted. No drug addicts or gambling addicts.”
Sal nodded. “No problem.”
Luca glanced at both of us before announcing, “Remy’s pregnant.”
Both me and Sal grinned. “Congratulations.”
“Yeah, congratulations,” Sal added.
“I’ve tried ordering her to never leave the house but that didn’t work out as I’d hoped,” Luca remarked dryly, and me and Sal chuckled.
“I could see how it might not,” I replied.
Luca looked over at Sal. “So, since she won’t stay her ass home, I need more security on her. Especially, when she isn’t working from home.”
“No problem,” Sal told him. “How far along is she?”
“One month only.” Luca shrugged. “As soon as she missed her cycle, I harassed her until she went to the doctor for a blood test.”
“Wow, the first next-generation Benetti.”
Luca shot those black eyes my way. “I hope it’s a girl.”
Sal choked on his own spit. Eyes watering as he got himself under control, he asked, “Are you insane?”
Luca chuckled at him. “What’s wrong with a little girl?”
Sal stood up and made his way to the bar. After pouring himself a drink and downing it in one swallow, he asked, “Other than the fact that a girl can’t become head of the organization?”
“He’s got a point, Luca,” I commented. “A girl can’t become Underboss, much less Boss.”
Luca folded his arms over his chest. “Says who?” But before we could remark on that outlandish question, he added, “Besides, I never said I wanted Remy to only give me girls. I just said I hope my firstborn is a girl.”
“You have got to be the most backwards, non-sexist Mob Boss in the entire history of the Mafia.”
“I need another drink,” Sal muttered before pouring himself another.
Luca’s arms dropped to his side as he shrugged. “Nah, I just know what the women of this family will be capable of one day.” He looked between me and Sal. “Are you both suggesting that Mattia Mancini is going to grow up playing with Barbies and getting her nails done?”
“Well, fuck,” Sal muttered.
“We’re going to have to make sure our sons outnumber our daughters,” I grumbled, point taken.
Luca chuckled. “My thoughts exactly.”
Looks like I was going to have to put a spreadsheet together on our sons and daughters.
The End.
