Page 6 of Humility

Lucas shrugged and pushed back his floppy white-blond hair, which made him stand out among the rest of us.

“Thought I’d slum it for a little while. I also need to pick a wife.” Fear raced down my spine at the mention of the word. I couldn’t say why, but I was suddenly worried he would choose Jasmine, and there was no way I would let him take that away from me, too. She was mine to torture, and make fun of.

“A wife? Yuck.” I crossed my arms and looked at the large group of girls glancing over and smiling at us. “Why would you want to get married?”

“You obviously haven’t had sex yet,” Lucas smiled.

“He’d have to date someone first,” Dario piped in, and Lucas laughed.

“Shut up. I’ve dated.”

“Fine, who?” Dario stared down at me, and I was tempted to lay him out on his ass.

“That girl, the one that flew home. You know whatever her name was,” I said.

“You mean the girl you spoke to for one afternoon at the beach? That doesn’t count.”

“And to think I was excited to see you,” I growled.

“Hey guys, what are you talking about,” Ciro asked as he wandered over from another small group.

“Angelo hasn’t fucked anyone yet, and I need to find a wife,” Lucas said, and my face heated with embarrassment.

Ciro smirked, and I suddenly felt outnumbered. “You’re missing out.”

“That’s what I tried to tell him. As for choosing, I’ll see who gives me the best blow job.” Lucas stretched and waved at the group of girls, who waved back. This was too much. I was going to be sick watching this mating ritual. “Not that I plan on only ever fucking my wife, but you need to pick right.”

“Oh yeah, and who is the right one,” I asked, crossing my arms.

“One that is happy to have a ton of kids, and I can still get it on elsewhere, of course. Do you not know anything?”

Just then, Jasmine and Don Falcone stepped outside. Her face was clean, and she was wearing a new outfit.

“Fuck, she is growing into a fine piece of ass,” Lucas said, and I followed his line of sight, my hands curling into fists.

“Isn’t she a bit young,” I asked, trying to derail him.

“There is no such thing.”

That statement was creepy as fuck.

“Lucas, come over here,” Giovanni called.

Lucas clapped me on the back, and I almost took the swing that was ready to go. “Well, duty calls. I wonder if Jasmine has sucked a cock yet?”

A growl ripped from my chest as he jogged away, but Dario stepped in my path.

“Get out of my way. I’m going to kill him.” Dario’s expression never changed, yet I knew he was mocking me. “What? You heard what he said.”

“What I heard was the Don of Don’s son getting ready to choose his wife, and we can’t interfere. Besides, why do you care? You say you hate her.”

“Hate who,” Ciro asked, and I glared at him, not answering.

“You’re right, I do. Whatever.”

I stomped away from everyone gathered and rounded the side of the large villa. Why the hell did I care? I shouldn’t care. I hated Jasmine, had from the first day I saw her and made sure she knew that every day since. The thought of Lucas or any other guy choosing her made my blood run like fire. But why? I leaned against the wall to calm down and realized my hands were shaking.

All I could picture was Lucas forcing her to marry him and what he would do to her once he got her alone. I was the only one allowed to do anything to Jasmine Falcone, and if that meant I had to go through Lucas, I would.