Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Christ,” Matteo sighed as soon as the kids were all out of sight.
“I mean, that’s the kinda shit I’d have done as a teen,” Lucky admitted. “But I woulda been smart enough not to do it on fucking mob turf. Alright. I got a cold dinner at home,” he said, shaking his head as he lumbered off.
A couple of the other guys who’d arrived before us headed out, leaving me there with my brother, Luca, and Dom.
“Sorry to pull you guys away from what you were doing. Got a call from some of the guys here who said there were a dozen people closing in on the docks. It wasn’t until after I got here that they told me about the semi-automatics.”
“Eh, I was just at the gym,” Dante said. Built like a brick wall, Dante was always at the damn gym. “It’s still open now.”
“You know where I was,” Milo said with a shrug.
“I was at Famiglia,” I admitted, knowing Luca would be hearing about it by the morning anyway. “But I was heading out.”
“Me?” Dom asked when everyone looked at him. “I was sitting in the park.”
“The park?” Milo asked.
“Watching birds.”
“You were in the park… watching birds?” Dante asked, dubious.
“Been in a cement cell for years, man. You miss birds.”
“Sure, sure,” Milo said, but his brows were raised.
“You want to come over for some food?” Luca asked.
“Or we can hit a bar and chat up some girls,” Milo suggested.
“That’s the winner,” Dom said, giving Luca a nod before following Milo away.
When it was just the two of us, Luca sighed and ran a hand down his face. “So, Famiglia.”
“Yep,” I agreed, rocking back on my heels.
“When my father fills me in, is there gonna be a pretty woman involved?”
“Yep.”
“And this pretty woman, would she happen to be Phil’s niece?” To that, I offered him a shrug. “Thought so. That little talk we had…”
“Went in one ear and out the other,” I finished for him.
“Thought it would. Well, let me know where I can send the engagement gift.”
“It’s not like that.”
To that, Luca let out a laugh.
“Oh, Santo. Yeah, it is.”
With that, he walked off to his car, leaving me alone in the lot. Save for the security crew that was still lingering around, doing their jobs.
As I walked back to my car, I reached into my pocket for my phone, ready to text Dasha and ask if she wanted some company.
Only to remember that I’d forgotten—again—to get her damn number.
And I didn’t want to start giving her stalker vibes by showing up at her place or the garage again.
It looked like I was going to need to wait until the next payment date to see her.
“Fuuuuck,” I sighed, sliding into my seat and slamming my head back on the rest.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Dasha
A sharp gasp escaped me at a tool cracking to the ground as I walked into the garage, making a beeline toward my office. My coffee cup jostled, sloshing hot liquid down my hand and onto my dress.
Well, I guess I could be thankful I wasn’t wearing a light color for a change, I decided as I kicked my office door closed and went right for the tissues on my desk, drying my hand, cup, and my black and purple floral dress as well as I could.
I was jumpy.
Because I was over-caffeinated.
Because I wasn’t sleeping.
As far as I could tell, there hadn’t been any other attempts to break into my house since that garage incident.
Unfortunately, that didn’t mean I wasn’t living in fear of it happening again.
It didn’t take a lot of thought to conclude that the most likely reason someone was snooping around was that they wanted both the paperwork for the units… and the keys.
I’d snapped pictures of the documents for the storage units, uploading them to a document storage website to make sure I never lost the information. Then I found an extra keyring and moved all of the padlock keys to it.
I stored the keyring in my purse in a spot between where the fabric lining was coming apart, then stapled that fabric closed, since I had no intentions of using those keys for a while.
I still hadn’t decided what to do about the units, about what was inside of them. And despite my new library card and the internet searches I’d tried to do, I couldn’t figure out how the matters of Uncle Phil’s estate were handled if it was found they’d been maintained with drug money.
So I’d redoubled my efforts to clear out the house. The one unit that someone had already emptied out was now all but bursting with crap from the house.
The living room was a fully functioning space now. As were two of the bedrooms and a quarter of the basement.
And I’d even managed to sell a few items he’d had lying around, which had given me some extra money to buy plants to improve the curb appeal of the little ranch.