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Tony shakes his head. “Marco will screw this up. If you think that Ales created a bloodbath before he left America, what do you expect from Marco? Wouldn’t Massimo be the better choice?”

“Massimo has commitments in Cagliari.”

“And I don’t?” I say to my father.

“Massimo has a child and a fiancée.”

“I have a wife,” I argue.

“That you don’t care about,” he sneers.

I roll my eyes. “So, what am I supposed to do? Pack up and move to America and leave her behind?”

“No. The conversation will be had with Graziella. She will do what is expected of her as a dutiful daughter.”

I scoff, shaking my head. “Let me guess, you’ve already spoken with Giuseppe?” I ask of my father-in-law.

“Of course. I spoke with Giuseppe when the order came down from the don. He knows that he does not have much choice in the matter. You are the right person to take over this region, Marco. Your soldiers both fear and respect you, and your presence is commanding. I may not agree with or like your tactics, but you get things done.”

“So, when is this supposed to happen?”

My father clasps his hands together and sits straighter in his seat. My father is a shrewd man with a commanding presence. I know I won’t like his next statement from that subtle movement, but it would be futile to argue since the order came from Don Enzo.

“The sooner, the better, obviously, but he’s giving you until the end of next month to make the transition.”

I hold my head down and shake it as I think about Serena. She won’t be happy about this, but I will find someone to replace her. That’s the least of my problems.

***

“THE FUCK IS WRONG WITHyou?” Tony asks me as I toss down another drink.

“Shit.”

The music is loud, the air is smoky, and there’s plenty of food, drinks, and ass everywhere.

“You’ve been in a shitty mood all day,” he grunts as he watches the ass of a dancer passing by.

We’re atBellezza Rosa,the new strip club I’ve opened in America, playing a game of poker in a private room.

During our first week and a half here, we were hard at work going over Johnny’s books, possibilities for expansion, and other business matters. We’ve also been checking out our investments, and it’s been a rough week and a half with little sex and plenty of work.

Today was all about the Colombo matter so tonight is supposed to be all about play.

I’ve been flying over once a month to check on my business since I opened it six months ago.Bellezza Rosais a strip club catering to the elite. The best drugs, guns, and pussy are all found behind these doors.

“Maybe you should have gotten a massage,” Alessandro says sourly, glancing at the woman giving me a lap dance.

“Fuck you,” I snarl and turn my attention back to her.

“Mr. DeLuca, I have other ways to relax you,” she whispers.

After all the business I’ve been handling, that’s what I need. The only way that I know how to do that is by getting my dick sucked. This pretty little bitch will do whatever I ask her to, but I’m not really in the mood.

“You need it,” Tony encourages me, knowing what she’s offered me.

“Are you ready to go upstairs, Mr. DeLuca?”

“Yeah, let’s go,” I say, standing and helping her to her feet.

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