She Accused Me of Stealing My Own Business
At a family dinner, Don Vincenzo’s new pet, a dancer named Ava, came for me.
She puffed out her chest and slammed a ledger on the long table.
“Vincenzo, I accuse her! Skimming from the family business, our club ‘The Siren’s Song.’ Betraying the family!”
Every eye in the room turned on me, sharp as knives.
But Vincenzo, my boss… his face went hard.
I almost pitied the little dancer who’d crawled her way out of Brooklyn.
The “family business” she was talking about? It was my private club. A gift from my father.
I just lent it to Vincenzo when he was starting out, to give him a respectable front.
I lent it to him for two years, and now it’s family property?