I ignored it. My secretary knew to bring anything urgent to my door.
“How about we all pay the Trievs a visit?” Dom suggested, watching us through his empty beer glass. “The Raven Boys, going to see the wolves.”
“Raven boys?” Frankie asked with a raised brow.
It was a scrappy nickname Dom had been singing for a few years now.
“Yeah, because we have ink-black hair like ravens do.”
Frankie gave me a look, and I shrugged. Far be it from me to point out any more of Dom’s scrappy ideas.
I was about to say something when the door interrupted us.
Millie came in, trying not to look in Dom’s direction. “Sir, a call came in from Mr. Ananas. He says there’s a problem at 13 Octove Avenue.”
“A problem?”
“The bank, the construction, the union, and the site’s new owner.”
All of us looked up at her. Millie swallowed and took a step back.
“New owner?” I asked because the shit show didn’t seem to know how to end.
Millie nodded. “Yes sir. He says you need to come because things are getting out of control.” And she hurried away.
We stood and started for the door in perfect silence, my mind running with thoughts.
Something about this was too familiar.
“I’ll grab more beer,” Dom said behind us.
It was almost a war zone when we got to the site, to the small tent that had been set up for administration while the construction was ongoing.
Imagine my lack of surprise when I recognized the woman in the middle of everything, with her hair up and the most disinterested expression you’d ever see.
I scoffed under my breath.
Chapter 8 - Katya
The Sorvino brothers walked in like harbingers in a tragic folktale. Tall, imposing, with perfectly chiseled faces, and an aura that screamed they were not people you wanted to fuck with.
Yet here I was again. Honestly, at this point, it was as if the universe had something against me as it kept throwing me into messy situations with Alessandro. My eyebrows shot up slightly before I recovered myself.
I bought this site at an auction.
There were documents to show everything. The bank had been auctioning some properties, and I’d made an offer that was accepted. I didn’t care what was going to happen here. This site wasn’t going anywhere.
“The Petrenko Princess,” Dominic called with a smile. The other two were always in suits, but he was never without his jeans. Pants and jacket. “Did our Alex invite you?” he nudged Alessandro, who didn’t even bother looking away from me.
Shaking my head and uncrossing my legs, I leaned forward on the table. “No, actually. I came because the previous occupants of my new property were being unnecessarily difficult.”
“That’s a coincidence,” Alesandro’s smooth voice. “Because it almost sounds like the reason we’re here. Except in our case, the person being…difficult…is somebody claiming to be the owner of my property.”
I smiled.
“Well, just take a look at the papers your brother is reading. I think you’ll find, Mr. Sorvino, that whoever is causing you trouble is doing it on your former property.” I relaxed into my seat. “You handed this site over to the Mercedes Bank to auction off exactly a month ago from today, in fact, and I made an offer during that auction. An offer that was accepted, documented, and resulted in the complete transfer of ownership.”
Francesco sighed and scratched his chin. “She’s right, Ales, everything is documented right here. Very properly prepared, in fact.”