Uncle warily shifts his eyes to me. "What did you do this time?"

I shrug. "Nothing much." I say lightly. "I just swapped out their drug shipment."

I shrug. "Nothing much." I say lightly. "I just swapped out their drug shipment." I don’t follow in uncle’s method of keeping your enemies closer to you so you will always know what they are up to. No. I get rid of them once I spot that they are traitors. Or if they have become bothersome to me. Pavarotti and Monteros case is the latter. Those two put the yikes in dykes. I can’t wrap my head around how they became among the seven families at all. I had sent my people to intercept their shipments and swap it out with baking flour in Albania. It all went smoothly than I expected. Now they are being hunted and chased by their own clientele for selling flour instead of GHB. Sooner or later, they will figure out that it was all set up by me. But they won’t be able to get out the pickle that they are in to do anything about it. Hearing his silence, I thought he would scold me or ask for the two men to be saved. But instead, he laughed. "They had it coming. Finish them once and for all." That goes without saying, uncle. "Let us clink our glasses in respect to getting rid of a mutual enemy." He pours wine into a glass and hands it to me. We clink our glasses together, and I take a sip from the sparkling wine. Uncle starts asking if I would like to have any of the girls. I didn’t reply. I let my frown did the talking. Just then my phone ring in my pocket. The fact that it was Ronnie calling jolts me out from my slightly lose state. He is on a date with Gweneth right now. Now I am dead curious to know how it went. Or how it is going. Did she ask to sleep with him? I told him to refuse her firmly in a harsh way that won’t make her seek him again.

"How’s it?" I ask as soon as I received and place the phone to my ear. "I got stood up. She just called me that she wouldn’t be coming. That she had an appointment that she could not get out from. Said we should meet up another time."

"Good job." I hope it also happens the next time they meet. I hang up. Uncle asks what it is about and I tell him nothing. Minutes later I stand up to leave. I have fulfilled my duty enough as a filial nephew for now. "You are leaving?"

"Yeah. Good night and don’t die in a pussy." I say half joking, continuing walking off until a group of his men block my way. I turn to look questioningly at uncle. "It is nothing serious my boy. I just need you to come sit back here."

"You should have just told me plainly that you are craving a random fight show." I smirk. Randomly setting me up on a one man versus a group fight; I thought we were past this. Foxes do not lose their cunning penchant no matter how old they get. I roll my neck and flex my knuckle joint. In organized crime like ours, always be prepared for a hit. Loosen up and you go down like a dilapidated building. It is one of the first things uncle taught me. Setting me in random fights from when I was a young boy was his way to enforce that. "Come at me boys. I am always ready for blood." I urge them to make the first hit. No one made a move. They just stand where they are looking at me like dead zombies. "We weren’t ask to fight you big boss."

"Come here and sit back down, Calyx. I am not looking for a fight." Bummer. "What do you want then? Forcing me to give a grandnephew?"

"See? This is one of the reasons I am so proud. Nothing gets past those eyes of his." He bellows to everyone.

"You don’t say..."

"Bring her in." On uncle’s order, the men all move aside, giving way to a girl dressed in a way that she should rather have just come without clothes. My eyes narrows into slits as I grasp the meaning of the situation. I glance knowingly at uncle this time. Just then a wave of dizziness hit me. I hold my head, stumbling to stop myself from falling. My vision is in a blur. I shake my head vigorously from side to side. "That sure took a while to kick in." Uncle’s words clear me out a little. "What was that?" The feeling hit me again and I fall to my knees. I was dragged back to the recliner. My skin is burning. My throat going dry. Blood rushing to my lower body. Feeling like I could go on a fuck-fest. This is similarly how I felt last week. A drug. I have been drugged... by my uncle. "Don’t give me that look, son. If you were in my shoes, you will take this matter into your own hands too. Come forward my dear." He gestures to the woman to come close. "This is who you will be spending the night with. He is a great catch, isn’t he?"

He leans to my side to whisper, "I heard from her Manager that she is particularly excellent at bed matter. The blowjobs are her specialty." He spoke like it is a nice secret. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"What did you drug me with?"

The corner of his lips lifted in a smirk. "Just a little GHB and a special aphrodisiac to keep you awake so you can enjoy the process." He chuckles. "She is on her fertile period too. I put a lot of thought into arranging this for you. You can’t leave here until you nail her." It all makes sense now. I had seen him last week when this happened. I also met a lot of people that day in the gala I attended. So it was difficult to narrow down the culprit. I never thought it would be uncle Bryan. I try to get up but I can’t. The girl comes in front of me. The sight of her doesn’t increase the forceful horniness. It fills me with a spark of irritation. Especially that silly smile on her face. Is that supposed to be seductive? I swat her hand angrily as she tries to touch me. "Do that again, and I will make you regret it!" She flinches. This whole arrangement would not be such a bad idea if I was still who I used to be. I don’t needlessly have sex anymore. I had enough of it from my teenage years to not miss it for a lifetime. Now I so much love to put a mole in my punching bag and go at it for hours.

"I can see that you are getting uncomfortably hard. Sooner or later, you will soon realize that you have got no other choice, my boy."

"No other choice." I mockingly repeat his words. "You are the one who told me to create choices when there aren’t."

"What choice can you possibly create now?" He said smugly. This situation is a bind. The only thing that can help and also limit a person is their mind. If you think pessimistically, then you get pessimist results. I have two loaded guns on me. So there is a choice.

GWENETH

"No. This is absolutely too much." I refuse the dress that Annie brings out for me. We have been going through clothes for over an hour now. Annie said my formal gowns looked like something a grandma would wear on a picnic with her cats. Taking a really good look at them too makes me agree with her. I can’t believe I saw it as great when I bought them. She is right. I painfully admit that I have got to work on my sense of fashion. But not with these revealing dresses. Each one is worse than the last. We have gone through her entire closet but there is not a single okay dress that won’t make it seem like I am an attention-seeker. She gives me that you are unbelievably wierd look.

She counters, "No, it is not."

"It is just a wedding. I am just going as his plus one in the place of the woman he cannot let know that he is interested in." I explain again so it will sink into her head, because it obviously hasn’t. I don’t have much of a problem with the dress. A sexy, dark blood red halter back dress that is screaming look at me.

"The people at the wedding do not know that. They will see you as his new interest. Especially that ex of his."