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“You say it like it was hard.”
We shared a laugh, and Marco directed us to an empty corner of the room. “I appreciate you making the trip up.”
“Of course! With Luca—” Benny grimaced and collected his thoughts. “Well—I’m happy to help keep business flowing.”
Marco turned to me. “Why don’t you go back to the table while Benny and I catch up?”
I narrowed my eyes but gave them a sweet smile and a nod. “I’ll go get another drink.”
“Thank you.”
I made it five steps before Frankie was at my elbow and directing me to the bar.
"How do you do that?”
“Do what?” Frankie lifted an eyebrow.
“Sneak up on people when you’re that fucking tall.”
Ever the chatty Cathy, Frankie grunted and tapped the top of the bar, sending both bartenders into a rush to help us. Cold drinks in hand, we leaned our backs against the bar and watched the pair of men.
Marco and Benny shared a few laughs, settling on a few low-sitting couches with serious faces.
“I know I have nothing to add to that conversation, but damn if I don’t want in on it.”
“Sasha—”
“I know, I know. Stay out of trouble.”
“That’s not what I was going to say.”
Surprised, I jerked my head back, giving him my full attention. “Really?”
“No. Because I know it’s pointless to tell you to stay out of trouble.” I scoffed, and he rolled his lips in, holding back a smile. “What I was going to say was if you want in on that meeting, you’re going to need a reason to go over there.” Frankie tipped his chin back at the corner where Nikos and Alex Chronis had joined Marco and Benny, all four men straight-backed and grim. “Although I have no idea why you’d want to sit with that pack of assholes.”
I barked out a laugh, covering my mouth when a few nearby party guests looked my way. “I just want to know what the plan for—” I jerked my chin toward where Cy danced with Alicia near the red, white, and blue bandstand.
Weird
“The plan is to kill him.” Frankie threw back the rest of his drink.
“Thank you for your insight.”
He sighed and set his empty glass on the bar. “You guys overcomplicate everything. We don’t need some elaborate plan. We just need a bullet and a clear shot.”
“You know what? I can see the beauty in your simplicity.”
“My dad always said to keep it simple.”
“Stupid.”
“What?” Frankie frowned.
“K.I.S.S. Keep it simple stupid. You’ve never heard that?” He shook his head. “Huh. My dad always tells the guys at the firehouse that.”
“My dad didn’t make a habit of calling people stupid.”
“The difference between a Mitchell and a Gambini, I guess.”
