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Once I'm dressed for the day, I walk into the kitchen and find Jefa and Nico sitting at the island drinking coffee. I squint my eyes at the two because they're acting like they do around the Don or Diego... Like they don't fuck around. They may fool their fathers but everyone knows these two are either in love or just love fucking.
“Is Diego or Andino here?” I ask with a smirk as they both flip me off.
“How's Silver? That crying last night killed me.” Jefa shakes her head and heaves a sigh while Nico clenches his hand around the mug. Anger and vengeance darkening their features.
“She's better today but she's got a long road ahead of her. She's self conscious about her weight loss and scars but she'll conquer all of that.”
I pour myself some coffee and sit just as Marco comes in with Pony Boy bounding in past him. We all start laughing when he tries to stop next to me but the lack of traction on the wooden floors causes him to fall and his momentum takes him straight into the wall.
“Damn, Pony Boy! You good?” I pat my leg as he stands and makes his way over to me before flopping down on his side for a nap.
“He can run into an unknown building and take down a fully grown man with the grace of a military dog but put him on wooden floors and he's like Bambi trying to stand,” Nico says with the shake of his head.
“Hey, PB is graceful... it just depends on your definition of graceful.”
Everyone laughs at my logic. We haven't been able to sit around and laugh like this in a while. Since Silver went missing, to be exact. Having her home has lifted everyone's spirits. Hell, even the Renzetti's, people who didn't personally know her, are happier having her back. But then again, that's what family does. They hurt when you hurt. Equally, they rejoice when you rejoice. I'm thankful for them.
Once my coffee is gone, I rinse out the cheap mug and dig through the fridge. I wanted to make Silver some breakfast but everyone is here, even Drake and Johnny and I’m not about to cook for this pack of wolves.
“How far is La Cucina from here?” I ask no one in particular as I close the fridge. It can't be too far if Diego's home is within an hour's drive from here. He loves the Renzetti restaurant and had one open in his controlled southern states.
“It's about thirty minutes from here. Let's go, I'll drive you, we need to discuss some things anyway.”
Marco's right but I'm hesitant to leave Silver's side. Marco may be the Consigliere but he wouldn't order me to leave her side unless it was important.
“Alright. Jefa and Bones, you stay with Silver and call me if she wakes up.”
“Don't call me that,Twat.” Johnny throws a piece of dry dog food at my head as he feeds Pony Boy.
“Whatever, Bones.” I flip him off as I walk to the bedroom and crack the door open. I see Silver is still sleeping and I'm grateful she's getting some peaceful rest. I slip my phone out and put it on silent before leaving it next to her head. Laying a kiss to her temple, I leave.
On the road, I turn to Drake in the back seat, “Any news from Dimitri?”
I know there's probably nothing new at this point. He has the Popov's in his cells and he's waiting for our retrieval of the scumbags.
“Niente di nuovo, fratello.”Nothing new, brother. “They're keeping up with our orders to deny food. They'll give them water but nothing more. Gavriel and pops are on their way back home now so they'll have thebastardosready for you by the time we get back.”
I nod and crack my neck in anticipation of the gruesome fate in store for Ruslan Popov and his bastard son.
“This is what I wanted to speak to you on, Luca.” Marco's deep voice which is usually jovial is monotone and cold. “When will Silver be well enough to make it home? We need to get there as soon as possible. There are people we need to meet with and connections we need to establish before pops steps down.”
I bristle at his lack of sympathy for Silver's condition and situation.
“Marco, you're my boss and I respect you as such but do not make the mistake of pushing Silver to speed up a process that needs patience. I just got her back and I will not make her do anything she isn't physically ready to do just to fit your fucking schedule.” Silence hangs in the air as the car slows and turns into the restaurant's parking lot. I know I overstepped my rank but when it comes to Silver, I'll be damned if I allow anyone to push me around.
Marco shuts off the car and pinches the bridge of his nose. This isn't like him. He's never a prick with his family. I look him over as he lays his head back against the headrest. Yeah, something's up.
“Che cos'è, Marco?”What is it?
“I'm sorry, Luca. Forget what I said. I'm just pissed with pops.” He opens the door and slams it on the way out. The fuck?
“Pops is making him betroth a daughter of the Corsican mafia. He says Carla isn't fit to be a Renzetti.” Drake says with a shrug before climbing out.
Damn that's tough but I can't say I'm surprised. Carla has been caught cheating one too many times and Marco deserves better but he’s always making excuses for her.
I climb out of the car and head inside, throwing my arm over Marco's shoulders.
“A French Princess, huh?”
Marco scoffs, “Fuck you, Luca.” There’s no heat behind the words though.
