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I’m getting worried.
If you don’t reply, I’m flying out to New York.
Don’t test me, moyaMalen'kaya Roza.
“Has Rosalie replied?” Luca asks as he drives us to the airfield where our private jet is waiting.
“No.” I haven’t heard from her in three days and to say I’m worried is the understatement of the fucking century.
I check her tracker and see that she’s still at Giovanni Parisi’s house. I know his daughter is the same age as Rosalie, so I assume she’s reconnected with an old friend.
It was Alissa Parisi's birthday yesterday. That’s why Rosalie wore the cocktail dress.
The moment we step aboard the private jet, I pull my laptop out and start to type. I bring up all the CCTV and security cameras near Parisi's house, but everything looks quiet.
Luca leans closer and checks the screen, then asks, “Who’s place is that?”
“Giovanni Parisi.”
His eyebrows dart up. “Why the fuck are you looking into the Cosa Nostra?”
“Rosalie is there.”
My friend gives me a worried look. “Please don’t start a war with the Cosa Nostra. It took me years to establish the peace treaty.”
I let out a chuckle. “Don’t worry. I think Rosalie is visiting Alissa. They’re the same age. With the families having ties, I’m sure the girls were friends.”
A call comes through on Luca’s phone. “It’s my dad.”
“Hey,Papá,” he answers. “I’m good, and you?” He listens, then lets out a chuckle. “I’m watching Viktor sulk.”
I glare at my friend.
He chuckles again, then explains, “He let Rosalie go, and she went to New York. I’m stuck babysitting him, so he doesn’t do anything stupid.” Suddenly Luca sits up straight, worry furrowing his brow. “Hold on. I’m putting you on speaker so Viktor can hear.”
“Hello, Viktor,” Uncle Lucian’s voice comes over the line.
“Hey, Uncle Lucian. What’s up?”
“If Rosalie is in New York, she might run into trouble.”
“Why?”
“It happened before you and Luca took over your respective positions. You must’ve been… seventeen?”
Growing impatient, I ask, “What happened?”
“The Cosa Nostra disapproved of the Mannos dealing in sex trafficking. That’s why they moved to Chicago before Liam drove them out and they settled in Canada.”
“I already know this,” I mutter.
“The Mannos are banned from the city, Viktor,” Uncle Lucian says, worry tensing his voice. “Antonio stole money from the Cosa Nostra, and I’m pretty sure they’re behind the accident that killed Rosalie’s father.”
What?
My heart starts to beat faster.
“Why didn’t you tell me this when I took over the mafia?” Luca asks, his worried gaze settling on me.
