“Sparkling water with lime.”
“All the limes,” Greystone said, and Caroline smiled as he eased down beside her. Beneath the table, he blanketed her thigh with his hand.
“What’s goin’ on with you and Willie Boy?” Greystone asked.
“Not here.” Teddy got busy on his phone.
“I can give you two a minute,” Caroline said.
“Stay,” Greystone said.
Teddy raked his hands through his hair. “Carrera and Slash are having dinner at their house tomorrow night. I’ll text you the address.”
“I gotta work.”
“Grey, it’s important,” Teddy insisted before pushing out of the booth.
Again, the table wobbled. Caroline steadied her glass as the server returned with her new drink and small plate of lime wedges.
“Dinner’s at seven, but everyone shows up early,” Teddy explained. “Gabriel’s flying in.” He shot Caroline a smile. “How’s your sister?”
“She’s good.”
“You want me to fire Willie Boy?” Greystone asked.
“Hell, no.” A wicked smile filled Teddy’s face. “Manteniamo i nostri nemici vicini.” Teddy tossed Caroline a nod before he took off toward the office.
Greystone peered over at her. “That was some crazy shit.”
“Was Teddy talking about Willie Boy in Italian?” she asked.
“Yeah. He said, ‘You're the scum of the earth, you piece of shit. You got some balls coming back here. You're gonna pay for what you did.’”
“Sounds intense,” she replied.
“That’s the Santinis.”
“What was that last thing Teddy said?” she asked.
“Keep our enemies close,” Greystone answered.
Caroline leaned back in the booth. “You have to go to dinner to find out why there’s so much tension.”
“The Santinis got some baggage. You still in?”
She kissed his bearded cheek, offered a sweet smile. “One-hundred percent.”
“Same,” he replied as the server returned with their entrées.
From his vantage point in the corner of the restaurant, Greystone spotted Willie Boy talking to four men at a table nearby. One of the men slipped his cousin a wad of money.
Greystone knew two things. He needed to keep an eye on his cousin, and he needed to make time for that family dinner. From what he could tell, Willie Boy was the same two-faced, fork-tongued troublemaker he’d always been.
