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Again, he laughs, and it makes me smile.
“If you’d walked into my restaurant, I would’ve given you the job.”
“Pity you don’t own one,” I mutter.
“I do.”
Actually feeling relaxed, I ask, “Yeah? Which one?”
His expression turns playful. “Take a wild guess.”
The list of restaurants in New York runs through my mind until I stop on one. My lips part, and my eyes widen. “Are you serious? La Torrisi?”
When he nods, I can only shake my head. “I don’t believe you.” My mind races, then I say, “The manager is Viviana Corso.”
“Elio’s wife.”
Not remembering the name, I ask, “Elio?”
“My right-hand man. You’ve seen him at the warehouse.”
“The one always sitting behind the desk in the office?”
When he nods, I’m still skeptical. There’s no way he owns one of the best restaurants in New York.
“You still don’t believe me,” he murmurs.
“No.”
He gets up and grabs the remote from the coffee table. Switching on the TV, he searches for a folder out of the many ones on the screen and clicks on it.
Come to think of it. I’ve never seen Renzo watch regular TV. He just uses it as if it’s an oversized computer screen.
The next moment, there’s a live stream of the restaurant on the TV, and my lips part in another gasp.
Renzo takes his phone out of his pocket, and as he dials a number, he says, “Keep your eyes on the screen.”
A second later, he says, “Hi, Viviana. I can see you’re busy. I just need you to wave at the camera.”
I watch as the manager waves, a smile on her face.
“I’ll drop by tomorrow,” he tells her before ending the call.
Holy shit.
I can’t stop staring at the screen, and Renzo has to switch off the TV before I turn my attention back to him.
“Your father’s house is not the only place I watch. I like to keep an eye on all my businesses.”
Renzo owns La Torrisi.
I blink at him for a solid minute before I ask, “Why be a criminal if you have such an amazing restaurant?”
“Being a criminal is my birthright. I was born into the Cosa Nostra and took over when my father died.”
“Still. Can’t you just leave?”
A smirk forms on his face. “The Cosa Nostra is my family,topolina. They come first.” He waves at the TV. “My other businesses are purely a source of income.”
