Broken Vows

Tyson's POV

I walked into my father's office. I knew what he wanted and I didn't want to hear it. It was a stupid rule that I didn't want to follow but I knew in order for me to take over the familia it had to be done.

"Tyson, son, sit down," he ordered as soon as I stepped through the door. You didn't not listen to him. He ran our lives with an iron fist. He had to in order to keep his position. He wasn't abusive but he could be an asshole to us kids. He demanded respect and he always got it.

"Dad, I already know what you want and I don't want to. The rule is outdated, and I don't understand why I need a wife."

The door opened and my mother walked in. She looked the part at every second of the day. I can't remember a time in my life when she was done completely up and dressed to the nines. She had a part to play as well, and she did it flawlessly. She was the perfect trophy wife, the perfect mob wife. She never questioned anything and made sure us boys stayed in line.

"A wife softens your image and makes you more likeable. Believe it or not, you are like your father in so many ways. You need a good Italian woman. You will need a heir to take over one day when you are ready to retire. It's also been tradition in our family for as long as I know. Now if you do not want to date, we can arrange something for you." She said sweetly but I knew that undertone. It was do what they say or reap the consequences. Which would be lose your spot as the leader and if that happened it would go to my brother Luca, and I know for a fact he doesn't want all the responsibility. Sure, he wants to be involved but he doesn't want all decisions to fall to him.

"I get that but why does there have to be timeline on things. I don't want to be a husband and I for sure don't want kids anytime soon."

"We don't stray from tradition," my father said in his stop arguing voice.

I stood up and just nodded at them and walked out of the room.

"I will set you up with some dates," my mom yelled as I shut the door to his office.

I left their house speeding away in my car. I was so frustrated with them. I didn't want to get married and sure as shit didn't want to be set up with dates. I could get my own dates. My phone started ringing and I hit the button my steering wheel to answer it.

"What," I growled into the phone.

"I take your meeting didn't go well." Luca my brother said.

"What the fuck do you think?"

"I'm guessing the whole marriage thing came up again."

"Ya, and mom is trying to set up dates for me this time."

"God, that makes you look desperate."

"Did you actually want something, or did you just want to gloat that you don't have to find a fucking wife."

"Ya, we're going out tonight. Be ready at nine."

"Where are we going?"

"Alex picked up a fight tonight."

"When is he going to stop that shit?"

"He's not. I'll pick you up."

I hung up with him went back to penthouse apartment. I had bought it when I was twenty and it was my safe place. It had four bedrooms and three bathrooms. The kitchen was top of the line everything, even though I don't use it. It was done in blacks and greys matching my mood most of the time. I was set to be the next Don, I had to have a level of moodiness, and I had to be a leader, and I couldn't back down from a fight.

I had my own parking garage at my apartment, one of the many other perks of this apartment complex. I had three other vehicles parked in here. I had my blacked-out SUV and a bike and a Bugatti Divo plus the car I was driving today. I didn't drive my Bugatti very often, but I did love it.

I walked into my apartment and went straight to my kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge and downed half of it in one drink. I should skip the drink and hit the gym before we went out but I was pissed at my parents right now.

Three hours later Luca was sitting on my couch yelling at me to hurry the fuck up. I got sidetracked working after I downed my beer and so now, I was late getting ready. I had thrown on a black t-shirt and my favorite pair of dark jeans and hurried up and laced up my boots. I grabbed my leather jacket and favorite watch and headed down the stairs as I put my watch on.

"OK, let's get out of here."

"Great, we're taking our bikes tonight."

I didn't argue with him over it. I had planned on drinking tonight, but I would have to limit it if I was riding my bike. I grabbed my keys, and we both headed to my garage. My brothers all had the code to get in here so they could park easily.

We weaved in and out of traffic headed to the shed. It was an old packing shed that they had turned into an underground world. If you wanted to gamble, fight, race, find hookers, or anything else this is where you went. You could find drugs in ample supply and anything else you could want. They've paid the cops off, so they never come out here. In fact, it's not uncommon to find cops in full uniform walking around drinking and gambling or looking for a woman for the night.

The Slate family ran it and while they weren't part of the same world as we were they were royalty in their own right. They had taken what their father had left them which was this piece of property and turned it into a million. Mason was the oldest and also mean as fuck and didn't put up with anyone's shit. I've watched him shoot someone for lying to him and then there is Gey who is the middle child and he kept things running smoothly, making sure everywhere was staffed and people were happy and then there was Sam AKA Samantha and while she was drop dead gorgeous and slutty she was also incredible smart and a lot of the different areas of the place had been her idea. She makes sure that business is booming and is always coming up with ideas.

We pulled in and parked our bikes in the back where the Slate family parked. We knew they would be safe here and we went inside through the back door. The security guard just nodded at us, and we headed straight towards the fighting area. I never could understand why Alex had this need to fight. He has always been this way. Him and Asher were twins and while the two were incredibly close, like almost sickly so from the rumors I've heard but Alex was always looking to bash someone face in and Ash was more reserved and liked to sit back and watch people. Don't underestimate him though because he could hold his own with Alex and would whip anyone in a fight.

As soon as we stepped through the door to the arena where the fights were held the music assaulted my ears and the lights were flashing around. I squinted with the lights and pushed my way through the crowd of people, making our way to the locker rooms they had here.

"Hey, you guys came," Alex said as Asher wrapped his hands up.

"Ya and you better not disappoint us." I said joking and he just grunted at me.

We kind of just stood around and watched as Asher pumped him up for his fight, not that he needed it. He seemed to have some built up rage inside of him. He was born that way.

"Alex, you're next," someone yelled through the doorway. He jumped up and down a few times and then ripped his shirt over his head and headed towards the door. Ash followed right behind him while Luca and I were behind him.

As soon as he opened the door the noise rang in my ears as people screamed and the music blared. Alex walked to the entry way and started bouncing on his feet as he waited for the announcer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have the Great Alex in the house tonight. You know him as the enforcer." he yelled and music started to play, and the crowd went even crazier.

He walked out waving his hands in the air and pound on his chest and held the cocky arrogant attitude that he was known for. He fed into the crowd that was cheering him on. As the music cut the announcer introduced the man, he was fighting the crowd booed and I know that made his ego go through the roof.

"Dancing time boys," he said before Asher popped his mouthpiece in and he hopped into the ring.

There were no rules in these fights, beside don't kill each other but if someone died it wouldn't be first time that happened. I watched as Alex jumped around the ring egging on his opponent. It worked and he struck first and that is all that it took because then Alex laid into him and landed punch after punch while the guy got maybe in two in before he went down and was out cold.

The crowd got even louder as Alex danced around taking his victory like ego driven fool he was. I turned to Luca, "let's get a drink while we wait for this fool to come down from his egotistical high."

"We might die of alcohol poisoning before that happens."

We both laughed and pushed our way back through the swarm of people and headed to the closest bar. We both got a beer and when I went to turn around to find a quieter spot I ran straight into Sam. Her hand ran up my stomach and landed on my chest.

"Hey handsome, haven't seen you in a while." she purred.

"Alex had a fight tonight."

"I know I watched. I think I'm going to have to change betting on him. Not who will win but how many punches can the other guy get in on him before he knocks them out."

I threw my head back laughing because she wasn't wrong. He hadn't lost a fight yet and I'm sure that she was losing money and that was something that they didn't like.

"Why don't we leave here and go somewhere quiet."

"No thanks. I'm here with my brothers tonight."

She looked over to Luca and back to me with a devilish smile on her face and I knew what was going through her head. "He can come too."

"Ya, I don't do that shit and if I wanted you," I said grabbing her hand and pulling it off of me, "I would be the one inviting you."

"You're no fun. Your other brothers are way more fun, and I promise they would take me up on the offer." She said as if trying to make me jealous because that would make me want to go with her.

"So go find them."

I stepped around her and left her there and wiped my hand on my pants. The girl truly was slutty, but I didn't need rumors about my brother confirmed.

"Come on, I'm sure we can find you a nice Italian girl here," Luca said and I punched him in the shoulder and glared at him. Any woman I met here is not something I would ever take home.