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He scoffs. “No way in hell. I told Boss I would protect you with my life and that’s what I intend to do. Also, don’t even think about exchanging me with Boris. One, he’s boring. Two, I’m younger and better to look at.”
“I wasn’t.” I smile at him. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”
“You won’t ever get rid of me, even if Boss throws a jealous fit and ships me back to the Spetsnaz. I’ll find a way to crawl back here.”
“You say that as if I would let him.”
He gives me a lopsided grin. “Of course you wouldn’t.”
I stare up at the huge house. Its walls are tall, allowing no view inside, and several cameras blink in every corner. My father is inside this place somewhere.
It’s still surreal to think that I have a living parent.
“Are you ready, Yan?”
“I’m supposed to ask you that. The Lucianos are brutal, Lia. Lazlo and his brothers have been ruling the Italian families in New York with an iron fist and they won’t hesitate to shed blood if it serves their agenda.”
“You forget something, Yan. No matter how brutal they are, I’m their blood and that should count for something.”At least I hope it does.
“We will see.”
“What should we do now? Is there a bell?”
“There’ll be no need for that.” Yan tilts his head in the direction of a blinking camera. “They already saw us.”
Sure enough, the gate creaks open with a loud, haunting sound and I jerk before I anchor myself in place.
A guard with a pointy face and a bulky frame that dwarfs his suit comes outside and stands in front of us with his shoulders squared. When he speaks, it’s with a pronounced Italian accent. “Mrs. Volkov, to what do we owe this visit?”
Good. He recognizes me. Yan said they would, that no matter how much Adrian has kept me hidden and out of the limelight, everyone in the crime world makes it their mission to know about his family.
Squaring my shoulders, I speak in a firm tone. “I would like to meet Lazlo Luciano.”
“I’m afraid that won’t be possible without a personal invitation from the Don.”
“He would want to meet me.”
The guard remains unaffected. “Still impossible,Signorina.”
I step in front of him, meeting his impassiveness with a glare. “Listen to me. I came here to meet Lazlo and I will not leave until I do.”
He stares at me but says nothing.
“I’m his daughter,” I whisper. “Tell him I’m his illegitimate daughter with Rachel Gueller.”
The guard narrows his eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” Yan spits out. “Do it.”
“I do not believe you,” the guard says.
“I couldn’t care less whether you believe me or not, but I assure you that you will be sorry if he finds out I came here and you turned me away just because you refuse to fucking check with him.”
The guard stares at us for a heartbeat before he turns around and heads inside.
“Is it done?” I whisper at Yan.
“He’s probably calling him. It’s all up to Lazlo now.”
