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“We fucking did it,” he says to me in Italian.
I’m surprised that we even pulled it off in time. One thing I’ve learned in business is that sometimes you have to set a deadline and make things happen yourself.
Time just passes by otherwise.
“So, this is what it’s like to be a superstar,” Fynn muses, a little too pleased with all the entertainment we have here tonight.
“Oh, you’d like that wouldn’t you,” Dante quips, slapping him around the back of the head. They shove each other playfully for a moment, Fynn getting the upper hand.
We take the grand staircase as we walk to the top and people start to flow in from all directions. Then suddenly, the place is thriving.
We meet Enzo at the top of the stairs.
“This is fucking amazing,” he says. “She’s a thing of beauty.”
We stand on the balcony, overlooking themain floor where you can see it all happening.
I catch his gaze as Valentina walks up the stairs with two of her girlfriends.
She’s dressed like a movie star in a slinky silver dress, ridiculous heels, and a little too much makeup.
Angelo observes her, sipping champagne. I know he loves the place and what we created, but he wants to return to his woman back in Falmouth.
“She’s fucking growing up too fast,” he mutters, then his eyes move to Enzo. “You keep your eye on her tonight, E, especially walking around looking like that.” He shakes his head. “Every fucking guy in here will be trying to get her attention,” I agree.
I glance at Enzo. Perhaps even him.
I brush off such an absurd thought. I’m almost certain Enzo would see Valentina as more of a sister than anything else.
Just like clockwork, she glances up at us while coming up the stairs, a big smile on her face.
I see Enzo swallow hard as he stares at her, a moment later he looks to Angelo. “Of course, I’ll watch out for her. I always do,” he says.
“I should leave Darko here to follow her,” Angelo mutters.“Better still, put Rocco on her tail, and her friends.”
“Not necessary,” Enzo assures him. “I’ll make sure she’s okay. Nobody will get too close.”
“How’s Dom doing, by the way?” Dante asks.
“I saw him this afternoon. He’s doing much better,” Angelo says. “He’s one lucky bastard.”
“Thank fuck,” I mutter. “One too many funerals for one week.”
“Let's toast to Uncle Mario, in his honor.” Angelo raises his champagne glass. “This is exactly how he would have wanted this place to look, he’d be in his element with us, looking down on his kingdom. May his soul rest in peace until we meet again.”
We all clink our glasses in the air just as Valentina and her posse reach the top of the grand staircase.
“To Mario,” we all say in unison.
It’s quite fitting and I know he’d be proud. Maybe I’m still in a nostalgic mood because I swear I can feel him in the air, or perhaps it’s just me.
“Oooh, who are we toasting to?” Valentina says, interrupting us by sliding right in between myself and Enzo. She puts an arm around either side of us.
“To Mario,” Enzo offers, looking decidedly uncomfortable where Valentina has just inserted herself.
Her face saddens for a moment. “That’s quite lovely,” she says quietly. “He would be proud of you all. Look how handsome you all look in your suits.”
It’s been a somber week, but it’s good to see my sister smile.
