Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
I dispatched Freddy and Enzo to get a couple other guys and put their ear to the ground. I wanted to know everything there was to know about the reward and how far the word was being spread. For as long as I could remember, we’d done our best to keep our family and businesses in a state of peace with the other local gangs, or whatever you want to call them.
Ever since my father died, Pat O’Reilly had been trying to stir up shit between the families. But now he’d gone too far. It was time for me to step up, and considering the fragile state of my relationship with Gianna at that moment, it was just another reason to be out for his blood.
I returned home and silently made my way to the second floor. As I passed Sophia’s room, I peeked in and looked at the empty bed, littered with dolls. She was my princess, the light of my life, and now I had another female who was just as precious. They both needed to be protected.
Continuing on to my own bedroom, I padded over to my bed and gazed down at the beautiful woman sleeping peacefully. Her dark hair was splayed behind her and she was on her side, curled around my pillow, the sheet dipping low, showing off the smooth, creamy expanse of her back. I longed to slip into its place but there was work to be done. Bending down, I whispered a kiss across her lips, then went back downstairs to my office.
I started by sending an e-mail to a business associate of mine. He ran a security company and among other things, he provided private security. I wanted bodyguards on Gianna and Sophia first thing. Then I contacted the buyers of our next two shipments and moved the time and location of the sales. I was still working when the sun came up and sometime later, a knock on my office door drew my attention.
“Enter.”
Antonio shuffled into the room, mostly shutting the door behind him before taking a seat in the chair across from me.
“We need a show of leadership, Niccolo,” he said seriously. “It’s one thing to tell the family, but it’s time to make it clear to everybody else. We need a response to this challenge from O’Reilly. Make it clear you’re not a pushover, and nobody fucks with the DeLucas.”
I sighed and passed a hand over my beard, scratching my chin, and thinking. “I’d rather not start a war, Antonio. I don’t want the lives of my family, any of them, put in any more danger from my work.”
Antonio nodded slowly. “I understand, Nic. But they are in even more danger if you appear weak.”
“Do you have a suggestion?”
He shrugged, a regretful expression on his face. “Unfortunately, that’s going to have to be all you. I was never cut out for this, Nic. I just know that it’s time to take a stand, and for this family to survive, it can’t be me leading the charge.”
I knew he was right. I was going to have to be extremely careful and strategic if I wanted to keep the peace.
“Have you told her yet?” Antonio’s voice wasn’t reproachful, merely curious, but guilt creeped in anyway.
“No. I really can’t avoid it any longer. With everything being such a clusterfuck, she’s bound to find out and I want her to hear it from me.” My voice hardened with resolve. “I won’t let her go.”
Antonio nodded and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. I glanced at my watch and saw it was a little past seven.
“I don’t want whomever that is waking Gianna,” I said as I stood and walked around the desk.
Antonio got up as well and patted my back when I passed by him. “I need to get going anyway. We’ll talk another time.”
We entered the back hall, and while I headed to the front door, Antonio went to the kitchen and left through the back door. At the far end of our tiny yard was a gate to a back alley, and there was a side alley one block up that cut through two streets. He only lived ten blocks away, so exiting through the back got him home a little faster.
I heard the murmur of voices from the front of the house and frowned, irritated that the person had woken Gianna. I’d worn her out the night before and she needed rest.
Reaching the front parlor, I recognized Carly’s voice. My emotions were at war, one-part glad to see she was okay, and the other angry, not wanting Gianna anywhere near the mess Carly was embroiled in.
I turned the corner just in time to hear Carly say, “The word is spreading about you. But I have to say, you aren’t what I expected. You seem awfully innocent to be with the ruthless, gun-running head of the local mafia.”