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My younger brother Michele came in after my older brother Gabriele. “Dolly, it is time for you to leave.”
I threw him a deadly look. No one was taking me away from this computer while I was watching my show. Mainly because this was the only quiet office in my brother’s nightclub.
“Who is dead?” Roberto asked with a calm voice.
Gabriele took the chair across from him since I was occupying his chair. “Aleksei fucking Smirnoff.”
Oh uh. That got my attention. Maybe my show could wait. Aleksei was the Pakhan of New York. My brother had some beef with him. Hell, I had some beef with him. He was a disgusting person who hurt someone we loved.
So, I very slowly paused my show and started listening to their conversation. They were not going to kick me out because of Michele’s words, but I still didn’t want to deal with him. He was a total pain in the ass.
“You know that could be a problem, right?” Roberto asked.
“I was hoping to maybe throw a party for the death of my wife’s rapist before we dealt with that shit.” Gabriele’s voice was cold, but I could tell he was relieved. He was questioning his decision regarding Aleksei’s fate. But now he turned out right.
I couldn’t help but smile. Now all of them were gone.
Roberto didn’t care about the happy part, though. Maybe that was the reason he was such a good Consigliere, but it still pissed me off.
“Now that Nikolayev has the power, we should worry. We need support to deal with him.”
I didn’t think that was entirely true. Gabriele was already too fucking powerful. Roberto was just trying to be safe. For a very calm guy, he was really power-hungry.
“I know. I know.” Gabriele accepted. “I also know what you are going to suggest, but I really don’t want to do that.”
“What is he going to suggest?” Michele asked.
Dumbass.
He was going to suggest a truce with Chicago Outfit. It was an ongoing matter for as long as I could remember. They were strong against the Bratva, and we were strong against the Bratva. It was the perfect truce, and after all those years, it was time.
To not know this, a person had to be a dumbass, just like Michele.
Because of that, I just tried to keep my laughter in, as Roberto explained. I even watched a little bit of my show. They had to make all their conversation dumb-proof for Michele’s sake. It was really boring.
“What is your problem with Salvatore Vasile?” Roberto asked my older brother.
I knew Vasile was Chicago’s Capo, and as long as I knew Gabriele didn’t have a problem with him. I mean, he was not happy Gabriele married a Russian, but I knew it was not an ongoing, significant matter between them.
“Nothing,” he answered, making me right. “I am just not comfortable sitting on the table with Antonio Mazzoni.”
Oh, I didn’t know that name. “Who is Antonio Mazzoni?”
All eyes turned to me, and Michele growled low. “Stop fucking eavesdropping.”
Roberto didn’t care about him. “He is Vasile’s Consigliere.”
“More ice than man,” Gabriele added.
A big smile filled my face. “Oh, really? He and Roberto will get along so well then.”
Roberto only rolled his eyes at me, making me giggle. Michele was throwing me killer looks, but I couldn’t give less fucks about him. He could get annoyed as much as he wanted.
“Doesn’t matter,” Gabriele said, too serious. He was good at keeping his cool, and I admired that. I sucked at it. “Roberto is not coming.”
Coming? Oh, he was going to Chicago for this truce. He really thought about this then. It was happening. Good. It would really be good for us. Also, a vacation to Chicago sounded great, but for that, I had to play my cards right. Thank God I was too lucky when it came to that. It was all because of my charm.
“Why is he not coming?”
