“Sounds like he owes you hazard pay for that shit,” Lucky said, rapping a hand on my shoulder on his way toward the door.
“Hopefully you get some downtime for a while,” Luca said, falling into step with me as we made our way out.
Luca was not an overly violent boss. Sure, sometimes people needed to take a bullet, but he tried never to make that decision on a whim or in anger. He gave the task the thorough consideration it deserved.
In the downtime, I did other shit for the Family. Or, I focused on my legitimate business.
The winery.
It had needed to be babied in the early days, but it mostly ran itself now. Still, I liked to spend time there, tasting the product, tweaking the decor or the menu, getting a feel for the morale of the staff and how the customers responded to them.
We all had our own side hustles. Like Famiglia for Antony and Luca. Matteo had his event hall and planning business. Lucky had his chain of pizza places.
When you made a ton of illegal money, you needed a way to hide it so the government doesn’t come looking.
I planned to drop in first thing in the morning after getting some sleep but before the staff showed up, so I could be alone.
Or so I thought.