Inherited The Mob Chapter 56

 

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Chapter 56

Bobby cursed when the limo pulled into a full driveway. Who all was here? He glanced over at Tony, who gave him a shoulder shrug that clearly said none of it was his idea. That he’d known from the moment the man said he’d been ordered to keep his mouth shut. Not that anyone could really order Tony to do anything. If he chose to do so, he thought it best the one that needed to know something found out from a different person. An idea that Bobby despised. Had to be horrible if Tony believed the new twist best revealed from an outsider. More than one from the looks of their driveway.

“Uncle?”

The waver in Tommy’s voice had Bobby tugging him onto his lap. “It will be perfectly fine. Promise.”

“He’s right, nephew.” Tony slid from the limo when his drive opened the door. He held his hand out for Tommy, who shook his head. 

When Tommy refused to take his Uncle’s hand, Tony leaned back in. Bobby gave him a short nod and waited for him to shut the door. Once they were enclosed inside he snuggled his nose against Tommy’s neck, licking the side of it.

“Do you trust me?” 

“With my entire world.”

“Then you know I’m not going to let anything happen. Right?”

“Yes, but . . . You don’t know what awaits you inside. Tony does and if he . . . He never keeps me in the dark. Why now?”

“Baby, he does not want to be the one to tell me whatever lies ahead of me. Whatever it is . . . I’m sure it’s not going to be to my liking. He believes it would be best if he did not deliver that message.”

Tommy leaned back and stared him in the eyes. He could see his words sinking into Tommy’s mind. Once he had worked out the meaning, he gave a small nod and tapped the window. The door opened and Tony held his hand out.

“Ready?”

“Guess so.” Tommy took his hand and slid off his lap.

Bobby climbed out behind him. He cursed each step they took to the door.  He expected the hallway to have a feel of dread, but nothing but a scent of cinnamon bread greeted him. Daddy Simon had been baking. Comfort food. His favorite. Daddy Simon pulled out his homemade cinnamon bread receipe when he knew his son had a rough day. Leave it to his Daddy Simon to find a way to warn him. Or had he done it to ease him from having to leave his honeymoon. That was it more likely. He knew a werewolf would despise having their private time with their new mate interrupted.

“They are in the living room.” Daddy Simon said as he exited the kitchen.

Course they were. Where else would people gather to deliver news. Tony and Daddy Simon entered before them, moving to the right of the door. Bobby followed them in, ensuring that Tommy remained behind him. No way would his mate walk into a room that held unknown situation, even if his Uncle, the biggest mobster in America had already entered the room on his own. Bobby’s wolf would have came charing forward if he’d allowed such foolishness.

He might should have had him entered beside him, because soon as he took in the room he froze, making Tommy run into his back, all but knocking him to the floor. He stumbled three steps before he caught himself. His eyes never left the newest face, yet not new. He saw it ever day in his life.

“How . . . What . . . Where . . . Fuck me! What the hell is going on!”

Tommy came up to his side, but he grabbed him and all but threw him to Tony, who caught him and put him behind him, right where Bobby wanted him to remain. His wolf snarled and bared teeth at the entire room of people. Cal did not care one bit that he challenged the Master, Alpha David, Thomas, Lucy and the guy who looked identical to him.

“Down, wolf.” The Master’s stern tone only had me turning to face Tony, Daddy Simon and Tommy.

“Mate, go to our room.”

Tommy slipped between the wall and Tony and all but ran from the room. Bobby followed behind him. He’d made it halfway down the hall when the Master yelled for him to stop.

Bobby reached out and snagged the back of Tommy’s shirt, bringing him to a halt. He kept him still as he spun to face the Master. He locked eyes with the Master, a fact that no wolf should dare do, but he could care less what was protocol. The bastard was in his house.

“Tell me what out of the situation has your wolf upset the most.”

Lots. Where to start. “What would you do if you were summoned home from your honeymoon to find the one who stalked you and your mate sitting in human form in your house sitting like he’d never done a single thing wrong. How would you feel? Then there is the fact that he looks exactly like me.”

Bobby was unsure if the Master could make out the last part of his response. He tried his damnedest to keep his wolf back, which meant his teeth were clinched shut the entire time he spoke.

“Bill was a stranded wolf. He had never been out of wolf form until I called his human form forward after you left for your trip.” Trip? Screw him. It was more than any simple trip. It was his honeymoon. He knew that. “He didn’t have a name. He didn’t know why he had fangs. All he knew were they hurt when they came out. He was not trying to hurt you. He wanted to know why you smelled like him.”

Smelled . . . “Hold up.” Bobby threw his hands into the air. “He says I smell like him?”

The Master nodded.

“What exactly did you want us to come home for?”

“I want you to see if he smells like you without your biological parents finding out and my Dr. Is going to check if you two are related.”

Without my biological parents knowing? Then why were they sitting out there? Bill would have already smelled them. He’d taken note of my scent. No way he missed theirs. What had kept him from asking them?

“Why has he not asked them?”

“Me.”

“Why are they here in the first place if you wanted this done without their knowledge?”

“Are you willing to do this for me?”

“You are not going to answer me?”

“Bobby, I asked you a question.” 

The Master’s tone held power behind it and put a ripple over him that had him squaring his shoulders as he tried to refuse to do as told. Something inside told him he could get by without listening to the Master, but him and Cal wanted to know the truth about the guy who’d named himself Bill.

He looked over at Tommy and nodded towards the closest door. Tommy made his way to it and opened the door. He stood in the doorway and crossed his arms. Bobby mocked his stance and nailed the Master with what he hoped was the sternest look possible.

“If you want this done . . . It will be done away from my biological parents.” He wasn’t sure what was going on, but if Bill smelled like him then they were related in some manner. Closely too, which meant Thomas and Lucy had known more than they told him when he spoke to them the other day.

“Fine, lead me to the room and I will bring in Bill and the Doctor.”

“That room there.” He pointed to the room that Tommy stood in front of.