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“And the business stuff?”
“It’s remote for a reason. Plus, doesn’t he have Dino running some of the warehouses back in Jersey?”
Sal nods. “Yeah but…”
“I know.”
Dino De Luca, the third brother in the De Luca family, is somewhat of both a loose cannon and a touchy subject right now. Do I think that he’s loyal, or even mentally stable? No.
Do I think he’ll risk crossing us again?
Also no.
“Dino runs the business. Have him report to Luca, who will report to you,” I say.
Sal smiles. “Yes, boss.”
The words turn me on way, way more than they should.
I nod. “Do you want to call Elio, or do you want me to?”
“What do you want, Gia?”
Everything.
But I don’t say that. Instead, I nod. “I’ll call him.”
It’s time to be the boss bitch I have always wanted to be.
6
SAL
“So. You know how to shop now too?”
I arch an eyebrow at her over the mounds of bags that have just been delivered to the house. “What do you mean?”
Gia, adorable in her messy bun and men’s silk pajamas, drifts through the living room. She trails her fingers over some of the boxes there, reading the labels.
“Versace. Gucci. Chanel. Tom Ford. Don’t tell me you’ve developed a shopping addiction with your real estate portfolio, Sal.”
I chuckle. I like to dress well when the occasion calls for it, but most of my clothes are custom-made. I find that it’s the only way to make sure that I’ll actually fit in the clothes that I’m given, and I don’t look like a total idiot in them.
Being sized the way I am is inconvenient. Especially in European clothes.
Access to tailors, however, is significantly stronger over here, so I am able to call up my favorite one in Amsterdam and order some of the same sizes and styles that I had the last time I was in town.
You win some, you lose some.
“Gia. You know that these are for you.”
“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”
This is another game. She likes the tug of power between us.
I shut my eyes. The memory of her responses to my brief commands are…
They press at my memory.