Val watched as Celeste left in a huff and she let out her own groan. She had guessed, without a doubt, that Celeste would be a problem for her, but she wasn’t aware how bad of one. And she had no idea what to do. She could handle it, or maybe she could talk to Vinny? He could suggest something, as this was his family. Hell, for all she knew, maybe Celeste did something for the family, besides being a bitch. She shook her head, composed her nerves, and walked back in. Not that she had any real burning desire to want to deal with this now, sadly. Celeste had left a bad taste in her mouth, and she just wanted to get away. But she wasn’t raised to be rude and wouldn’t dare do that to her mom or her future in-laws. “Where is Celeste?” Valentina glanced over at Sofia, her brown eyes watching Val closely. “She sends her apologies but realized she had somewhere else she needed to be.” Val sat down and reached for her water; her eyes s
“Is everything ready for tomorrow night and the gun drop?” Vinny asked as he glanced over at Salvatore. “My dad is leaving me in charge of this run, and I want to make sure it’s good.” “As far as I know, everything is on course. The truck should be in at 11:30, we have a crew of six unloading and dispersing.” Salvatore stopped talking as Sofia’s name popped up on the caller ID in the car, which Vinny quickly declined. He was in the car, driving home and talking business, the last thing he wanted was to talk to his mom right now. “Good, and you will be overseeing everything?” “Like I always do, boss.” Vinny shot a look at Salvatore, and he laughed. “Everything is set up and ready to go as planned.” “And we have eyes on Dante?” “You trust him so….” Before Salvatore could finish the question, there was another incoming call from Sofia and once again, Vinny declined it. “I don’t trust hi
They both heard the door open but couldn’t pull back far enough before Salvatore started talking and then stopped, looking between the two. “I’m sorry, please don’t let me stop you two.” “Please Salvatore, it’s okay, what’s going on?” Vinny took another step away but made no move to let Val go. And though it wasn’t common for women to be privy to the workings of the business, he had every intention of Val looking over some of this stuff. “I just got a call about the deal.” “Okay, and?” Vinny urged his man. Salvatore shot a look at Val, but Vinny wasn’t releasing his hold. “According to my sources, we are all set.” “And you are sure I don’t have to be there?” Vinny confirmed. “No boss, I got it all under control. The shipment will be in at 11:30 and the men will be ready to roll.” Val looked between the two men and crossed her arms. “May I ask what
Val gave her mom a look as she ran through the house and to her father’s meeting room. It really wasn’t her fault that she was 20 minutes behind, she had done her best to be here, but she knew that wouldn’t fly with him. So, as she walked in, she was ready for the rather nasty look he tossed her way. “Mi dispiace papà (sorry dad),” she told him as she took the seat next to him. “Sorry gentlemen,” she told the other four men who were sitting around the table. Joey offered her a smile and she felt better, but it was short-lived as her dad grabbed her arm. “You think it’s okay to be late and that a fake sorry and some pretty smile will make it okay?” “No, of course not father, I am sorry, but things happened at school…” “I don’t want excuses, figlia (daughter),” her dad growled out, effectively cutting her off and making her wince. “Naturalmente (of course),” she said, rather meekly, her head down, w
Donatello Constantini stared down the barrel of the gun that was pointing at his head, taking his eye off for a second to look down at the gun that was pointing to the heart of his enemy, Rafael De Luca. This war between the two families had been brutal and long standing and honestly, Donatello was tired of it. They both had buried enough men, enough friends and enough family; personally, he would be glad to call a truce. His problem, he didn’t trust the man standing across from him; but mafia men didn’t trust easily either. Truth be told, no mafia trusted a rival family; that just wouldn’t happen. Donatello let out a breath and then dropped his gun, much to the surprise of Rafael, who tilted his head to the side as he looked at the man and finally lowered his own gun. Rafael had never shot a man point blank who wasn’t armed and he wasn’t going to start no
“Valentina, is that you?” She rolled her eyes as she walked into the house; her dad knew who it was but he just liked to pretend that he couldn’t see her walk in. But their house was protected, that would be something any mob boss made sure of, so of course he always saw who walked on his land or through his front door. “Yes, it’s me dad.” “Good,” he said as he walked out of the living room. “Come join me, I want to talk to you.” Val sat her purse down on the table by the door and followed him into the cozy room. Most of their house was formal, as befitting who he was, but mom made sure there were rooms of comfort and coziness and not hard and cold. Her mom often felt that more people would open up if they were in a comfty place, unlike her dad, who bel
They sat outside in the car, looking at the restaurant and Val’s stomach was in knots. She hadn’t spoken to Donatello before and it had been four days since she had seen Vinny, since her dad told her the news. And here she was, meeting them both so they could talk about contracts, about what each party wanted or would like. In here, she was going to have to be the perfect mafia princess; her father had already warned her. No yelling, no acting bitchy; she promised. But would Vinny hold true to not being an asshole? That part to her was doubtful. “Are you ready, bella (beautiful)?” Valentina glanced at the building and then at him. “No, but I don’t have a choice, right? Let’s go.” He helped her out of the car and she t
Valentina stared out over their pool, her hand playing with her long black hair as she thought over everything. When they had gotten home, Rafael had made it known to his daughter just how she was to be, how she wasn’t to make scenes, something she didn’t normally do and it only led to a fight. The pair of them hadn’t spoken in three days, and that was unlike them. But with her day’s outburst, she couldn’t help the thoughts rolling around in her mind. She was a duty bound daughter, behaved how she should and respected those who respected her; which Vinny didn’t, so therefore, she struggled in giving him the proper respect when they had run ins. She had followed her dad’s rules, and in fact at 22, had never had a boyfriend, even being in her senior year of college. So, why did he feel the need to yell at her? Was Vinny right? Did he hate having