“You’re going to be an asset to the family,” Nico said as he released me from his firm grip.
Confused, I narrowed my eyes at him.
He smirked.
Stefan scrubbed a hand across the stubble on his jaw. His hair was longer on the top than his twin, some of which brushed his forehead.
He hugged me, lifting my feet off the ground. “Benvenuto in famiglia, bellezza.”
Welcome to the family, beauty.
I couldn’t believe they were so expressive around my dad. We hadn’t spoken more than a few words to each other.
This felt so…
Inappropriate.
But also somewhat hot.
What is wrong with me?
Dante bent down to kiss my cheek. “Congratulazioni, brava ragazza.”
Congratulations, good girl.
He thought I was some stuck-up daddy’s girl with perfect test scores, my future planned to the second.
Maybe that was true.
But when he kissed my left cheek, he stuck out his tongue, leaving the scent of mint toothpaste behind.
Fucking hell.
What is with them?
He grinned like he was proud of himself for making me so uncomfortable. I turned away from him, unable to maintain eye contact.
“I want you to come work for me.” Salvatore placed his hand on my shoulder. “At the casino.”
Unlike my dad, I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life indebted to the Mafia. Why did he even bother to send me to college if this was his plan? Why get an education? We could have skipped paying years of expensive tuition, rent, and commuting to and from Atlantic City.
I beamed a fake smile at the boss. “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Luciano. But I have already accepted an analyst position at Hoffman Stone. I start on Monday.”
“You misunderstood,” he said in a cold, menacing tone. “Youwillwork for me, starting on Monday.”
ChapterEight
DANTE
If I had feelings, I would have felt bad for her. Ava Vianello’s top lip quivered as she spoke to my dad, ready to cry. She thought she could get out of working for us. Just like that, her dreams vanished as quickly as smoke in the wind.
She belonged to us.
Biting her lip, she shuffled her stance and shot a look at her father. The asshole ruined her future with one stupid move. He’d been acting strangely for the past few months, even distanced himself from my dad. Giancarlo threw off so much nervous energy whenever he was around us.
And then, we noticed the missing money—ten million dollars without a paper trail.
Only someone with his expertise could pull off that kind of red-handed shit. And with him working alone, he had no one to confide in his crimes.