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“You sent your bikers to storm the Natello shindig. There were civilians there! God only knows how none of them ended up dead.”
“There are no civilians in our business, Arturo. We have dead people on both sides, but Cosa Nostra started this shit. If you want a truce, it’ll be on my terms.”
Arturo glares at me, his nostrils flaring. I can see his control slipping as fire burns in his eyes. A heartbeat. An invisible snap, and he hits the top of the desk with his palm. “Fine.” He turns and marches out of my office.
I take my phone off the desktop and shoot a message to Filip, saying that the wedding date has been confirmed and we’re a go.
My insistence on having the wedding on Saturday has nothing to do with mending the feud between us and Cosa Nostra. But the timing is perfect, and if we’re going through with the truce, I want it to come into effect before our first weapons delivery crosses the border on Sunday.
With any luck, it will take the Romanians at least week, maybe more, to realize what’s happening. In the meantime, I’m not willing to risk that someone may talk. As soon as Bogdan finds out I’m planning on taking over his market, the Romanians will attack. We’ll fight back. In less than a month, we’ll have a full-blown war. And I need Cosa Nostra to stay out of it.
But more importantly, I want the bundle of joy that is Arturo’s sister in my possession as soon as possible.
“What do you mean there won’t be an actual wedding?” Asya’s voice comes through the line. “I only have one sister. I want to see you in a wedding dress going down the aisle!”
“Yeah, well.” I shrug and continue painting my toenails. “Maybe next time.”
“Next time? And how many times are you planning on getting married?”
“Three. That’s my lucky number.”
“Jesus, Sienna. Why are you doing this? If you don’t want to get married, just tell Arturo. He’ll call off the engagement.”
“I don’t want him to call off the engagement. This Popov guy is really handsome. I think I’m in love with him already.” I snort.
“After spending a whole minute with him. Yeah, sure. What’s going on?”
“The guy is hot! And he’s rich. What’s not to love? He ticks all my boxes. You know I’m shallow like that.”
“You are not shallow. You just pretend that you are.”
I tighten the lid on the nail polish and drop the bottle onto the bed while Ajello’s words from two months ago run through my head.
“You have Pasha now,” I say, staring at the ceiling. “Arturo will find someone and marry, eventually. Have kids.”
“So?”
I close my eyes. “I can’t bear the idea of being alone, Asya.”
“Arturo will never let you be alone, even when he marries. The house is large enough for ten people to live in without ever stumbling over each other.”
“I will never force myself on my brother’s family.”
“He doesn’t even have a girlfriend, Sienna. And you’re only twenty. You’ll find someone.”
“Yeah.”
“I can ask Pasha to hook you up with Kostya if you want?”
“Thanks, but no thanks. That man has slept with every woman in the Chicago area. He’s good-looking, but not my type.”
“And what is your type, sis?”
“A big, mean wolf-shifter alpha who hates everyone but me, and who’d make me the queen of his pack,” I declare and burst out laughing.
“Please, be serious.”
“I am!”
