After the introductions, Isabella starts chatting with Ava while Franco stands beside me, watching the crowd.
“I’m concerned about Angelo,” he says. “I’m not sure he’s fit for the role you gave him.”
“Why?”
“Numbers are not his forte.”
I look around at the grounds, pretending that I’m thinking about what he said while I’m trying to filter through the plethora of information in my brain. Who the f**k is Angelo? I squeeze Isabella’s waist lightly.
“Angelo Scardoni is here?” she exclaims next to me. “I wanted to ask him about Bianca and how she’s doing with being married into the Bratva.”
Oh, yes. The youngest capo whose sister married the Bratva’s enforcer a few months back. I forgot his name.
“He will have to learn,” I say, having no idea what role I assigned him. It probably has som
