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and it wasn’t a ‘bodyguard’. He was most
probably in the body disposal business. Seth’s insides curled in fear at what
people like him were capable of. Those skills would be a lot more important for
the Family than Seth’s communication studies degree.
    The silence carried on
for the next fifteen minutes, until he could finally leave the stuffy
atmosphere of the car and run. He would hide in the garden, or maybe go
straight to his own room, where he was least likely to be bothered. But no,
Domenico wouldn’t let him.
    “Meet me here in half an
hour, we have a plane to catch,” said Domenico, already opening the door to the
passenger seat.
    “But… the reception… and
my hand hasn’t healed,” Seth muttered, even though spending even more time with
his father and aggravated brother was the last thing he wanted.
    Domenico silenced him
with a single gesture. “You want to live? I can make sure of that. Meet me in
half an hour.”
    Seth sighed. The last
thing he wanted was even more uncomfortable silence around Domenico. Only the
scenery changed. This time it would be a plane, not a car.
    Seth didn’t have a lot
to pack, but he wanted to get as much alone time as possible, so he rushed to
his room, without wandering to the rooms where the reception was held. He ran
down the empty corridor and went right in, freezing in place when he saw a tall
figure at the window.
    “Fuck,” slipped out at
the sight of his uncle. He didn’t mean to swear, but his nerves were in tatters
already, without having another thing thrown at him. If the consigliere was here, there had to be a good reason. Wishing his nephew a safe journey
wouldn’t be it. “I mean, good afternoon.”
    A small smile ghosted
over the narrow, permanently serious face. “Tough day?” Frederico had the same
handsome features as his brother, yet was much slimmer and reminded Seth of a
starved wolf.
    “Yes, I was close with
my mother.” Seth nodded and started packing, even though most of his things
were already in the travel bag.
    “I remember. It’s a
shame a woman as remarkable as her left us. At least now you will be busy
enough not to think too much.”
    “Yeah, Acerbi is
supposed to be training me,” Seth pushed in his leather jacket and zipped up
the bag.
    The consigliere nodded with a small frown. “You’re in good hands. He’ll
take care of you properly.”
    Seth rolled his eyes and
went over to his desk to pour them both a drink. “Sure. You remember how he
wanted to ‘take care of me’ when we were kids.” Though Seth’s mind kept
wandering off to visions of other ways in which Dom could take care of
him. He really needed that drink.
    The consigliere shook his head at the alcohol. “Just do as he tells you. He is our best man.”
    “Yeah, I suppose he’s capable .”
Seth let the smoky flavor of the whiskey linger in his mouth.
    The consigliere was silent for the longest moment, but eventually went on with a slight cough,
“You aren’t afraid he’d go for it again, are you? Your father assigned him to
you precisely because he thinks you may need someone like him now.”
    Seth took a deep breath,
courage stemming from a good whiskey. “He’s a killer, isn’t he? He’ll do any
dirty job?”
    The consigliere snorted. “He will negotiate.”
    Seth wanted to stop the
stream of horrific imagery rushing through his mind, but it was no use. “And he
doesn’t like me. He could get rid of me and say it was an accident. No one
would know.”
    The consigliere shook his head and after a sharp intake of breath said, “He
would not betray his own blood.”
    Seth crooked his head to
the side, unsure of how to interpret that. They weren’t exactly ‘blood’ just
because Domenico worked for their family. “I don’t understand…”
    The consigliere frowned, stepping back. “You never heard the rumors?”
    “What rumors?”
    The slow bob of the consigliere’s Adam’s apple wasn’t reassuring, but his next words made