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“Bye, Carm!”
“See ya, blondie!”
“Don’t forget to bring in that body spray tomorrow, Lilah!”
I wave, walking out the door and smiling at Marco.
“See ya, princess,” he says with a warm smile.
And then I’m free.
Six
-Lilah-
Of course, I didn’t just jump to working at a strip club to get dirt on a mob family that ruined what my life could have been as soon as I left the hospital.
No, my dumb ass did something even stupider.
I instantly tried to find my grandfather.
Now, you’d think that would be easy, that pinpointing the Don of a big family in his home city wouldn’t be too difficult.
You’d be wrong.
Unlike the Carluccios, who own a state-wide disposal company, clubs throughout northern New Jersey, and just about a third of Hudson City’s own version of Little Italy, the Russos aren’t as obvious. Their biggest business is Russo Contracting, which handles many of the big developments in the state but also has a multitude of offices.
I went with the option of Hudson City—where my father was born and raised.
Walking into the big office building, I was in awe instantly. The building was huge, with a giant first level showcasing tile and flooring options as well as paint swatches and carpet squares. Towards the back were what look like model rooms —a kid’s option with bunk beds and a stunning all-white kitchen.
But in the front was a receptionist's desk where a woman was sitting when I first walked in, but when I glanced there again, she had stood and walked around to the front.
She was gorgeous.
Long dark hair sprinkled with silver, a tight dark green dress hugging curves but still work-appropriate with long sleeves and a high neck, and a pair of over-the-knee boots rounded out the outfit.
She was also glaring at me.
In fact, she didn’t bother to greet me at all, just crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the desk.
Something told me this was not how she typically greets potential customers.
“Hi, I, uhm. I’m-”
“I know who you are,” she said, her voice low and menacing. “My god. The fuckin’ rumors are true, aren’t they? He fucked the Bianchi girl.”
I chewed the inside of my lip but smiled my sweet, politician’s daughter smile.
Appeasing.
Sweet.
That’s how you act when you meet your long-lost family for the first time, right?
“I would love to-”
“No.”
