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If he had wanted to burn down one of my warehouses, he would have done it and his man would not have gotten caught because he wouldn't have been sent in with faulty intel.
Is it possible the would-be arsonist hadn't been given the intel about our security upgrades, not because the informant didn't know about them, but because whoever hired himwantedan independent contractor, who happened to be Irish, caught?
"If you went after the women, I would burn your boroughs to the ground in retaliation."
"That you haven't says you've already considered the probability that my mob isn't behind these attempts."
He's right. Damn it.
"The bratva want my docks." I'm not telling him anything he doesn't already know.
He replies, "And they want my brothels for their sex slaves. The fekkers."
Neither the Irish mob nor my mafia engage in human trafficking, much less keep slaves to work in any of our businesses. We are not good men, but we have our codes and we've been living by them for generations.
"It could be the bratva," I concede. "But it was Albanians that attacked my fiancée and her sister. The surviving kidnapper claimed to be hired by an anonymous source."
"I'm sure your interrogation techniques got the truth out of him, but his own people could have set them up to believe his team was hired by an outside source."
"Yes."
"I'll have my people do some digging."
I don't bother saying I'll do the same. Shaughnessy knows I will. Whether either of us shares what we find is still up for question.
Chapter 19
New York City, New York
Five Families
RAFAELLE
After texting Lara to tell her she is in charge of Neri's morning routine, I wake my wife with kisses.
To her soft, delectable pussy.
"No, Raff. I'm sore," she complains.
But she's the one enthusiastically riding me fifteen minutes later. I tell her I love her just before her pussy walls tighten around my cock like a vice.
Giulia's shout, "I love you, Raff," as she comes, sends me over the edge right along with her.
My beautiful wife soaks in a hot bath while I shower and is still floating, her gorgeous tits peeking through the bubbles when I'm finished dressing.
"Are you ever going to get out?" I tease.
"Not anytime soon. My appointment with the OB isn't until after lunch."
No doubt she made it to coincide with our son's nap. Giulia is a doting and present mother, so different from my own. My wife spends as much time with our son as her schedule allows.
We both do, but he definitely sees more of his mother.
"I talked to your brother last night on the flight over from Vegas. He said the target was his fiancée and not even her sister. That doesn't mean his enemies won't go after other women in his family, but he's downgraded security from red to yellow."
"Oh, joy. That means I get to take eight guards with me to the doctor's office."
"I didn't say I agreed with Severu's assessment," I remind her.
