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And if he didn’t?
I shook my head. I would deal with it then.
* * *
“Dad.” I knocked on my father’s office door, then opened it. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“What is it,a thaisce?”
I sat down in front of his big desk. “I need to go to Ireland and visit Fiona.”
“What? Absolutely not. Why?”
“Because she’s gone through a lot, she’s all alone, and she’s not coping well. Cara, Jemma, and I have each other, but she’s got no one who knows what she’s gone through.”
“She can come here.”
I shook my head. “Let her stay in her familiar environment. Cara and Jemma are okay without me; she’s not.”
My dad looked at me in silence for a long time.
“I worry about you.”
I nodded. And he would worry a lot more once he found out the news. “I know. But I’m getting there, Dad. Really, I am.”
He nodded once. “You can go to Ireland for a month, but you will take two guards with you, and they’ll be with you at all times.”
I jumped up, rounded the desk, and gave him a kiss.
My father beamed.
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Now out; I’ve got work to do.”
Running the Irish Mafia was a full-time job—even though my father had worked from home as much as he could since we came back, he was constantly working.
I nodded, crossed the room, and before I closed the door, I listened to my father pick up the phone and make the call, “Sophie will travel to Ireland—make all the necessary arrangements.”
I leaned against the closed door and smiled.
I would see Fiona. Have some time to think about the changes I had to make in my life.
And I’d get the chance to tell my dad about my pregnancy without him being able to scream at me—at least not face-to-face.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
“The vote is unanimous. Gabriele will be the new Capobastione,” my uncle Stefano, the Capo Crimine of our family, said and effectively ended this weeklong campaign to build alliances, regain trust, and strengthen my position.
“If anyone has any doubts or tips”—I sent a lopsided grin to the group of men gathered in the big conference room—“please come see me anytime.”
I stared at Uncle Fausto. It took all my strength not to wipe his nonchalant grin off his face during this family meeting. He’d tried to campaign but ultimately failed to get the support of the senior members of our organizations.
At least not right now.
And even though the official vote was in my favor, I could feel malice coming off of my uncle in waves. He was probably scheming, biding his time. Building alliances and waiting for another chance to kill me.
I would gladly give him that chance to end this right now.
