It was pretty crazy how these things could take off so quickly. We started as 3 orphans on the streets. Now we were all made men. 2 of us were lieutenants in a massive mafia. The party was over. People were getting ready to go. I just stood at the door as I watched them go. Dante was standing behind me. Daphne would be waiting for us at home. Marco, Rocco and Carlo were the last ones to leave. Nicolò went up to his own penthouse suite. The party was a success. Everyone had a good time. They had fun, ate and drank well. The guests of honor also got a nice gift to show my appreciation as well. Dante and I walked to our home. It was a great time. He told me a bit more about his work. Dealing with the lungs was a big deal. You needed them to breathe. Dante had been really busy. He was learning all sorts of basic information in school during the day. In the evenings, he was taking an extreme crash course with the nurse and shuffling patients around between the 4 brothers. There were still 4 of them, so they could keep the pressures off them. It did not make it any less stressful.
Since I was the one that put them in the situation, I had some responsibility to make sure they were doing okay. As their father, I needed to do that. Keeping up with them was pretty easy. The Nesta boys were all getting a great education and it was allowing them to grow. Piling exp. would allow them to get stronger and better at navigating the criminal underworld. Knowing that, I was willing to keep watching over them from a distance. When it came to all the trials and tribulation of Marco, he was in a very bad position. Being gay, and a bottom at that, was a precarious situation in a world of the mafia. I really wanted to be there for him. Marco was a great person to aspire to my lifestyle. No one would accept him as a legitimate leader. His own mother or aunt beat him for it. Even still, he refused to give up. He wanted it all. The money. The power. The fame. A hot loving boyfriend. I respected the hustle. That really made me want to root for him. Marco could not be my heir. He was a bastard child. He was a gay boy. But he was the one I wanted to have that position most of all. I loved Marco.
Unless something tragic happened, that would not happen. Even though I had a higher affinity for Marco, I would never want Dante to die. Even then, I would need to go and marry Bella to pass them off as legitimate. I did not want to do that shit. She was a massive bitch. Bella also hated my guts. I did not even think she would agree to it if I asked her. With that being the case, the only thing that I could do was support him with his problems. There was not much more than a guy like me could do. We made it home and Daphne was ready with diner waiting on a table. We ate the steak and potatoes together. She was great at cooking. Her older brother was there. They had a great time when they arrived. Our house was a bit rich for their blood. They were a family of miners. I never said anything when they gawked at it. All of them were pretty displeased when they had heard of my cheating on Daphne. Her father and both her brothers wanted to beat the shit out of me, but they could not. For one, I was a mafioso. I had Romeo as a bodyguard. Two, I could simply kick all their asses solo.
