Page 5 of Nolan (The Doherty Mafia)
“What the fuck is this?” I growled, beginning to lose my patience. “Did you guys get together and decide to leave me out of it?”
“Nolan, you know that didn’t happen,” Tristan groaned.
“Then why don’t you want me to come to the meeting?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”
“When is this family going to start taking me seriously?”
“Nobody thinks of you as a joke. You’re just not around as much as the rest of us.”
“That’s because you guys don’t want me around!”
“Just calm the fuck down and get over to the house for the meeting. It’s as simple as that. Be there if you want to be a part of it.”
I ended the call and threw the phone to the floor. I was seconds away from stomping on it before reminding myself I needed it.
I contemplated sending a group text to my brothers stating to go fuck themselves.
I was usually able to keep calm. I thought I’d made my peace with being the ‘baby’ in the family, and being treated as the kid who couldn’t make the big decisions. But I was the one who supported Tristan. I was ready to follow him into a burning building if that’s what he needed in his personal vendetta against Aldo.
How’d he conveniently forgotten about that?
Just days after the shootout, it seemed like my family had reverted back to their old ways—of forgetting I was a grown man now. That I craved responsibility and action. I needed to be included, to stay sane.
I was fuming as I stormed back into the bedroom.
It seemed like the girls had satisfied themselves by now. They were lying next to each other, their bodies damp and pink. They had happy smiling faces as they looked at me. I knew that look. They wanted another round.
I could have kicked them out at this point. I was done with them, and maybe it would’ve been wiser to have some time to myself. But I needed to blow off some steam, and fucking these two chicks all morning seemed like the best way for me to forget about my family and pay them back for the way they’d treated me.
One of the girls held her hand out and with her hooked finger, she made a motion for me to join them in the bed.
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled down my pants while they giggled and rolled around on the bed.
Within seconds, I was hard again and I jumped into bed with them. Now I’d forget about everything else.
Three
Amelia
I took the day off. Ruby was more than happy to give me the time off after I had successfully dealt with Mrs. Bailey.
I was interested in hearing more of what Aldo Baron had to say, even though I still had my guard up. I kept a close eye on him as we walked towards his car. I didn’t want to trust him blindly, but so far, he hadn’t tried to do anything forcibly and hadn’t acted erratically. He hadn’t even looked at me funny.
“Maybe we could go to my home. Well, my temporary home, and we could talk more, there,” he said.
The car he’d led us to was an indiscreet looking SUV. However, there were two men in the front seat. They were wearing tailored suits, just like him, and had dark glasses on.
I didn’t know anything about Aldo, other than his name, but his car and the men inside made me wonder what kind of man he really was.
“What do you mean your temporary home?” I asked. He shrugged and looked away.
“I don’t want to burden you with my problems. A simple answer to your question is I’m being persecuted by some people who want to bring me down. Bring down my business and everything I have built in the last thirty years.”
“Who are these people? What is your business?”
Aldo held open the door to the car, smiling as he stood by.
“I’ll be happy to answer all your questions, but I thought you’d be more interested in hearing about your mother,” he said.
“I am, but I also need to know more about you before I get in a car with you.”
Aldo nodded.
“I promise I’m not going to hurt you, Amelia. I loved your mother. She was a beautiful woman. Nora…I wished I could have done more to help her.” His eyes softened and he reached into his pocket and pulled out an old photograph from his wallet.
My heart thudded in my chest when he held the picture out to me. I knew what this was, a part of me didn’t even want to look. I’d never seen a photograph of my mother before. I had no idea what she looked like. I didn’t know what I’d find.
But the picture staring back at me was a young woman who looked exactly like me. I gasped as I held the picture in my hands.
