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Everything she wore showed off her extreme wealth. Birkin bags… Hermès scarves… and lots of jewelry with the Gucci ‘G’ prominently displayed, often encrusted in diamonds.
She had taste, yes – everything she wore was beautiful – but she was a walking billboard for the most expensive brands in the world.
In one of her photos, she was wearing a Gucci jumpsuit and carrying a Louis Vuitton bag.
The caption was ‘Slumming it.’
When you were used to carrying around an assortment of $200,000 Birkins, yes, I guess a $30,000 Louis Vuitton was a step down.
So she was beautiful…
Boastful…
And on top of that, she looked like an ill-mannered little brat.
I guess I should have known that from ‘Leave a message, BITCH’ –
But the pictures were confirmation.
In at least two dozen photos, she was scowling and flipping off the camera with her middle finger. In a couple more, she made the obscene Italian gesture for cunnilingus: her fingers in a ‘V’ at her mouth with her tongue stuck out.
Basically, ‘eat me.’
I sighed.
I wasn’t looking forward to the next half hour.
Hopefully I could just let Roderigo and the others handle her. I would get points with the Widow for going along, and then I could leave Venice behind.
A text message notification from Lars popped up on my phone.
I tapped on it and opened Messenger.
Can you talk?
Everything had happened so quickly since the attack that I’d forgotten about sending him the pictures.
I immediately called and held the phone up to my ear.
Lars answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Mass – I’m here with Dario and Niccolo.”
I could barely hear them over the sound of the boat motor, but I could more or less tell what he was saying.
Niccolo spoke. “Where the hell are you?”
“On a boat in the canals with the – ”
I was about to say ‘Widow,’ but I caught myself in time.
“ – Signora Fioretti’s men, going to get her granddaughter at her university.”
Because of the noise of the boat motor, no one else in the boat could hear anything Lars and my brothers might say over the cell phone – but I wanted to let them know why I might be a bit vague in some of my answers.
“Scoring brownie points, I see,” Niccolo said approvingly.
“I’m trying.”
