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you dare mention anything to Mamma .”
    “Why hide it?”
    “Because Mamma ’s homophobic, so stop talking about it.” Vinnie grabbed his guitar and headed out, Brando shadowing him. He gritted his teeth as Brando continued to talk about Dominic’s sexuality, probably because he’d told him not to. He kicked himself mentally for it, because if you told Brando not to do something: that was precisely what he would do.
    They headed around the large neoclassical-styled house, the lights from within lighting up the surrounding darkness. Up above, a full moon stood guard over their enormous property, the dark waters of the Mediterranean Sea in the distance only just visible.
    Vinnie was looking forward to the night. It was the first time since the beginning of the mafia war they’d been given permission to return to the stage. He’d missed rocking the club, getting the chicks screaming and breathing in the whole vibe of performing live. He wished he could tour, but he was locked to the island for the meantime—to his family. Still, it was fun to dream every time he played up on H20 ’s stage, pretending he was performing in front of thousands of fans.
    Vinnie climbed into the back of the armored vehicle, taking the seat next to his twin, who glared angrily at Brando as he climbed into the car. Two soldiers were sitting up front, while another carload of soldiers were waiting behind them—their bodyguards for the night. Although they’d eliminated one of their enemies, another lot were still on the loose, plus the fan mail Vinnie was getting had plunged into stalkerville, the last letter freaking him out. The letters had seemed harmless up until about two weeks ago. The fan had gotten mad at him for not replying, then yesterday she’d sent a kidnap threat, stating that she would chain him up if he didn’t stop cheating on her, the freak having delusions he was her fiancé.
    Something in his peripheral vision caught his attention, cutting off his train of thought. He peered past Brando, looking out the window as the driver started the engine. Two Black Vipers were descending the front steps, the female assassins residing in the main house. They were both wearing skintight clothes, the darker Viper capturing his attention the most. The porch light illuminated her features, the woman gorgeous. She was a mix of African American and Hispanic. She had long brown hair and the most stunning figure—all curves and a shapely ass he wanted to grab with both hands.
    “You’re drooling,” Dominic said.
    Vinnie turned to his twin. “I am not.”
    “Liar. Why don’t you just fuck her and get it out of your system.”
    “I don’t want to fuck her.”
    “Then I’ll fuck her.” Dominic started moving his crotch like he was having an epileptic fit.
    “If you do that, I’ll smash your face in!”
    Dominic laughed. “I knew you liked her.”
    Flicking him the finger, Vinnie turned to look out the window again as the driver steered down the driveway, not interested in Dominic’s teasing.
    “I don’t know why you’re holding back,” Dominic said. “I’ve fucked almost half of those Viper chicks, yet you haven’t even touched one. What’s your issue?”
    “It’ll be awkward the next day.”
    “Only if you’re not upfront about it being no strings attached.”
    “It’s easy for you to say. All the Vipers know if they fuck you they risk getting an STD, so they don’t expect anything the next day.”
    “I get one case of gonorrhea and you never let me live it down.”
    “As far as I remember, you’ve had gonorrhea twice, crabs three times, and genital herpes.”
    “It wasn’t herpes, it was chlamydia, and I’m clean now. No fun without a rubber.”
    Vinnie rolled his eyes, thinking Dominic should’ve protected himself a long time ago. It was just pure luck that the idiot hadn’t contracted anything more serious.
    The driver exited their property, the Mediterranean Sea looking like slick black oil under the