Chapter 11
It takes my father two hours to plan the transport of a very important shipment of our meth with Valentino Lorca, asking me for contributions every few minutes. I know what he’s doing. He just wants to ensure I’m following up on his discussion with our host. I’m sure it’s because I look bored and though that is just an inch of difference from my usual countenance, he’s so perceptive.
“Roman, The Sacra dominates New England too, correct?”
Those bastards.
“Yes.”
“How many states?”
“All six,” I reply tiredly. “Maine, Connecticut, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, New
Hampshire, and Vermont.”
“What do you propose we do? We can’t cross those territories,” Valentino points out.
“Simple. Avoid them. Take another route. Let’s do Chicago. They still owe us a favor.” I
crack my knuckles to loosen them.
Valentino nods and my father looks proud like I fucking explained what the sun is made
- of.
My eyes drift to the time on the Rolex on my wrist. Evening is drawing closer. I still have
that date with Bruni Santos.
While Valentino draws another map over the atlas spread open before him, Serena’s eyes cut to me and she turns away instantly as our gazes meet.
It’s almost four pm and I’m seated with Javi and Vito in that order, on a long sofa to the far side of the seating area, while my father is seated before Valentino’s table. Valentino is behind this table, plotting a map, his daughter behind him. We’re still in his extravagant boat and he’s been seated like this, his eyebrows scrunched together for the last two hours, poring over maps and maps of New York, New England, New Jersey and Atlanta.
“She’s hot,” Vito says far down the seat, a little too loud given that our father seems to
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twitch a bit. “You’re a lucky man.”
I give Vito a warning gaze.
Javi laughs softly next to me.
“I didn’t know this was a fucking set–up,” I say under my breath with more tact than Vito
could ever summon in all his life.
Javi is still grinning. “She looks scared of you. But then any sane woman would be.”
I throw him a glare and it’s Vito’s turn to laugh. Loudly.
But he is right.
She’s scared of you. But any sane woman would be.
Except my siren. She knows that danger lurks just behind her doors and is after her. Yet
she’s so calm.
That is fucking hot.
Though she doesn’t know that said danger is me…She took a knife out and searched her house after my men were gone that night, like she stood a chance in the first place. It makes me happy though that the only danger she has to fear is me. If anyone else had threatened her life, I would have hunted them down.
“Roman, when do you think will be a good time to transport our merchandise?”
I turn to my father. “As soon as possible. I’m thinking, the end of the month. Before
Teodora’s wedding.”
“Then it’s settled.” My father rubs his hand over his face and gets up. He’s facing Valentino as he says this. “I’ll contact you later tomorrow with all the details. I’m sure this partnership will bring us both great returns.”
Valentino nods. “My regard to the lady and the girls.” He also gets up. “Stay for dinner. I
made arrangements.”
While Valentino excuses himself with his daughter, my father invites me up to the deck.
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“What the fuck?” I ask him.
“Language,” he says mildly.
He’s enjoying himself.
“Do you want to make her life miserable?”
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