SOFIAI'd been sitting there long enough for the ice melting in my water to form a ring on the tablecloth. My fingers wouldn't stop moving, twisting together in my lap as I watched the door. I kept telling myself I had control over this. I chose to come, and I asked for this meeting. But that didn't stop the pulse in my throat from hammering when I finally saw him walk in.Don Vito didn't rush when he walked in (or floated in, rather). He moved like the room belonged to him before he even reached the table, in his dark suit with his cane tapping softly, and amused eyes that probably had me figured out before he'd even taken his seat."So," he said as he glide into the chair across from me, resting his cane against the table, “you've summoned me, Miss Moretti. Usually men summon me to beg, but you don't look like a beggar.""I'm not," I said, even though my voice was low. I forced myself to meet his eyes. "I'm here to tell you that I'm ready to join you."He smiled and said, "Ready to
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