Brenna
Adan led me to the elevator and pushed the button. “There’s a restaurant I know that has the best Italian cuisine in the city.”
My head snapped up as the doors opened. “We’re going to the city?”
He lifted one shoulder. “Sure. That’s where the best restaurants are.” The elevator door opened, and he held it for me, letting me go in first. When the doors closed, Adan said in a low voice, “It’s run by the Sky Family, just to let you know.”
I nodded, understanding. In the Mafia, it was good form to frequent each other’s businesses. It showed good faith. After all, you’re less likely to go to war with a friend than an enemy. My father did the same thing. In fact, he had frequented Eastern Canyon Resort many times. Never would I have imagined being sold at an auction there.
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