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“It is?” Dominic says, gaping at me in surprise.
“Sophia will replace Angela as my bride,” I say while putting on my shades.
“Say what?” Dominic utters, eyeing me from the driver’s seat.
“You heard.”
“That was the quickest negotiation in, well, ever,” Damon says, seemingly impressed.
“It wasn’t a negotiation, it was a demand. I don’t compromise. Ever. Do you know that sick fuck Vincenzo actually offered me his teenage daughter, told me I could come back in a few years?”
“Well, you got what you wanted, the elusive Sophia Falcone. Every Mafia man’s forbidden wet dream,” he snorts.
“They better just be dreaming because I’ll cut their fucking heads off if any of them even think about touching her.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Damon asks hesitantly.
“No surer than I was about marrying Angela. Business is business. At least Sophia isn’t a mute like Angela.”
“You like her. Interesting,” Damon says, giving me a knowing expression.
“I like that her father’s politicians and judges will sit in my pocket, and the alliance between him and me drives a wedge between the Rossi family,” I say, my tone making it clear that the conversation was not up for further discussion. “What did you find out about Angela?”
“Her boyfriend is one of her college classmates.”
“You want us to put six in him?”
“No, don’t touch him. Vincenzo can deal with his family. Send the wedding planner to meet with Gabriella Falcone in the morning to plan the new wedding arrangements. Her daughter wants a complete overhaul of all the existing plans.”
“The original wedding date is tomorrow. Can’t you twist Papa Falcone’s arm into getting it done then?”
“He’s not going to accept a second-hand wedding for his prized daughter, idiot and neither will she. Tell the wedding planner to make it happen, whatever the cost. Sophia has expensive taste, so we will be going all-out.”
“Just take her to city hall and call it a day,” Damon grumbles.
“Appearances are everything, little cousin. I wouldn’t want the other families to think Rocco De Luca is cheap. Besides, the wedding envelopes should make some of that money back.”
“What do we do with Angela’s stuff and the penthouse?”
“Take her clothes to Goodwill and empty the penthouse out. We can put it good use if we need a covert meeting spot in the city. Send Sophia’s stuff to my place in Long Beach.”
“You want her to live with you?” Dominic says visibly taken back.
“Yeah,” I say, even shocking myself. The thought of her being in a different place than me fills me with irritation. “She’s not docile like Angela, I want her where I can keep an eye on her. I don’t trust her pop, and I don’t want her left to her own devices for too long.”
“Sure,” Damon says, looking out the window.
“What did Don Vincenzo have to say about all of this? He must be pissed?” Dominic says, lighting up a cigarette.
“I don’t care, his loss is my gain.”
“He has other shit to worry about, anyway. His men were attacked in Brooklyn,” Damon says, viewing his phone.
“They were? By whom?”
“Nobody in New York, that’s for sure. My bets are on the Russians or the Irish.”
“They should stay in their own territories. Let’s hope this doesn’t lead to another war.” I muse.
