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Something like that.

“What do you want?”

“My uncle. Lucian, remember him?”

Shit.

Yeah, he remembered.

The way this conversation was going, Corrado decided here wasn’t the best place to have it, all things considered. Turning his back to Alessio, he headed out of the large walk-in closet, and back into the comfort of their spacious bedroom.

“What about him?” Corrado asked, coming up next to the chair Alessio liked to use when he tied his combat boots back around the ankles. “And spare me any bullshit. I don’t have the time.”

“Still as moody as ever, huh?”

“And?”

Andino sighed. “A couple years back, you were in New York on a job, and one of his people ended up caught in the mess. Lucian stepped in to help sweep that under the rug, and you promised him a—”

“Favor,” Corrado muttered, his hand curling around the edge of the chair. No one was supposed to know about that favor—Lucian gave his word. Corrado hadn’t been new to The League when that fuck up happened, but it had been one of his first few solo jobs. He didn’t want to go back, and say he’d caused problems with a crime family as big as the Marcellos, so he worked something else out. “Well, what does he want, then?”

“Oh, he’s allowing me to cash in the favor instead of him.”

Great.

“And what is it?”

“Seems I’m supposed to be getting married on the twenty-fifth of July to Ginevra Calabrese. She’s twenty-one, new to this whole … mafia bit, and whatnot. Ever heard of that family?”

“A bit,” Corrado admitted. “I don’t see what you getting married has anything to do with me or this favor I owe, though.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on actually getting married. See, that’s where you’re going to come in. I need that girl to disappear.”

Corrado blinked. “What?”

“I didn’t stutter.”

“You want me to take out a woman you’re supposed to marry?”

Because fuck, that was kinda cold.

A little bit.

Then again, Andino was known for being a manipulative asshole when he wanted to be. He didn’t give a shit who it was, either. Blood or not.

“No,” Andino said, laughing darkly. “She needs to go away for a while. This marriage … it’s a sham. A way for her family to try to get a place within the Marcello ranks, and I won’t allow it to happen. And so, she needs to go. And by that, I mean somewhere else, out of this country, for a spell of time. A few months, maybe. I figure, you have dual citizenship to Canada, I’m sure you have homes to use there, and I know you have the means and motives to keep her safe and out of sight for a while. It’s perfect for me.”

“But not for me,” Corrado returned. “I have a fucking job, man. People I answer to, and things I have to take care of myself.”

For the most part.

But a few months away?

Could he even swing that?

It was hard to say. Dare would likely allow him time off from The League, if he asked. He hadn’t taken any time since becoming a full-time member, whereas others usually took a bit of time off every year, and some, after every finished job.

Everyone needed something different.