“Who the hell was that?” Grace hisses across the room.
Trouble. That was trouble.
I have no idea why Christiano would deign it necessary to invite us to his home, but I had no way to refuse. I couldn’t say no to one of the most powerful, dangerous men in the world. A man to whom my father swore an oath of allegiance.
“That was Christiano De Bellis, boss of the Giordano family, and he’s invited us to his place for dinner tomorrow.”
“Oh, s**t,” she breathes.
You said it.
WE SPEND THE BULK OF FRIDAY HOPPING AROUND THE CITY LOOKING AT APARTMENTS. AFTER OUR LAST stop, we swing by my storage facility. I need to extend my rental agreement and retrieve more of my clothes. There’s not much else I need while living with my parents, and I don’t own all that much, anyway. It’s hard to accumulate
