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He drew a cartoon man holding a screaming baby.
Chuckling, he says, “That could be your future.”
I rip the sticky note off the screen, and when I attempt to toss it at him, it floats to the desk.
“Stop playing around and learn something.”
I wait for Giulio to scoot his chair to my side of the desk and start explaining the ins and outs of a restaurant’s kitchen.
Not even five minutes later, the fucker yawns before grumbling, “Where’s my food?”
Leveling him with a serious look, I say, “Do you want to be a driver forever?”
He quickly shakes his head. “Of course not.”
“The quicker you learn everything, the faster you’ll get promoted.”
His eyebrow lifts. “Promoted?”
I wanted to put off the conversation about Giulio training to take over, but thinking he needs the incentive, I say, “I want to train you to be Elio’s underboss. Think you can handle that?”
Shock tightens his features, and he stares at me for a solid minute as he processes what I just said.
There’s a knock at the door, and I call out, “Come in.”
Sophia, one of the waitresses, enters the office with a tray and comes to set it down on the corner of the desk. Usually, Giulio would flirt with the woman, but he’s still staring at me with a gobsmacked expression.
“Will that be all?” Sophia asks, her eyes glued to Giulio. It’s clear she has the hots for my little brother.
“Yes. You can leave,” I murmur.
When the door shuts behind her, the corner of my mouth lifts as I place my hand on his shoulder. “Now, do you understand why I won’t let you train as a guard?”
Eagerly, he nods, and then his features tighten with emotion.
“It’s going to be a lot of hard work,” I warn him.
He nods again, still struck speechless.
I gesture at the tray. “Eat before your food gets cold.”
Giulio’s eyes remain locked on me, and his voice is filled with disbelief as he asks, “You want to make me an underboss?”
“You’re my little brother, Giulio. There’s no one else more suited to take over when Elio and I retire.” I don’t say it often, but it’s common knowledge.
A smile splits across his face, and looking happy as fuck he shoots forward to hug me.
“I won’t disappoint you, Renzo,” he promises, his tone tense.
Patting his back, I reply, “I know.”
Chapter 3
Skylar
With every passing day, I become weaker, and Dad grows more frantic.
When Dr. Bentall told us I was out of time, I struggled to process the fact that I’d die soon. A million things went through my mind.
