Chapter Four
Salvador
“I don’t have a fucking clue.”
And my boss berating me about it wasn’t going to make me get one.
“This isn’t going to go away just because you wish it would, Delvecchio,” Police Chief Jerrod Harris said. “If you don’t do something to rein my nephew in, his father will, and none of us like it when that happens.”
Ain’t that the truth.
“You’re asking me to rein in something that can’t be reined in, sir. You know Lany. Once he makes his mind up about something, there is no changing it.”
“You’re his goddamned husband!” Jerry snapped. “And you’re a SWAT commander. Grow some fucking balls.”
My eyes narrowed. “I want to hear you say that when Sally is around.” The man’s wife would rip the chief’s balls off and feed them to the man.
“Junior simply cannot be friends with Eddie Wu. The man is not only the son of a mobster, he’s the nephew of a rival mobster. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.”
This was the same argument I had used with Lany. It did me no good then, and it would do Lany’s uncle no good now. Lany was going to be friends with who he was going to be friends with, and no one was going to change his mind unless he wanted it changed.
Lany Delvecchio was cute and adorable and so damn sexy he made my teeth ache just by walking into a room, but his five-foot-five-inch frame had fooled a lot of people into believing he was a pushover.
He wasn’t.
Lany let a lot of things slide simply because he didn’t think they were worth fighting over. A lot of people thought he was easy to order around because of it.
If only they knew.
When Lany did find something he felt was worth, it would fight to the bitter end. I was one of the lucky things Lany felt was worth fighting for, and I wasn’t going to mess that up, not even for the man’s uncle.
Jerry’s eyes rounded comically as he shuddered in true horror. “Can you imagine what would happen if the press was to get a hold of this?”
Like I cared.
Since I’d married Lany, I had learned that my life was a little more public than I would have liked, but Lany was worth it.
“You know he’s called his mother and asked her to cater Eddie’s art showing, don’t you?” Jerry asked. “And she agreed.”
I pressed my lips together to keep from bursting out laughing at the pure panic in Jerry’s eyes. The man might be the chief of police, but when faced off against his sister-in-law, he didn’t have a chance in hell, and we both knew it. Lany inherited his stubborn streak from Cynthia Harris.
Should I tell him that Cynthia had called Sally and asked her to help with the event? Sally Harris loved helping up-and-coming artists. When she learned that Eddie and some of his friends were having an art event, she was ecstatic.
The man was pooched and he didn’t even know it. I, at least, was smart enough to keep my mouth shut…right after I’d called Lany’s father and asked for extra security, of course. Knowing his wife as he did, Lancaster Harris II had readily agreed.
The art show was gearing up to be one of the social events of the season. Eddie and his fellow art students weren’t going to know what hit them…namely, Lany Delvecchio.
Lany was an odd sort of man. Loyal to a fault, if he decided you belonged in his world, not only did he refuse take no for an answer, but there wasn’t anything in that world he wouldn’t do for you.
It was a blessing and a curse.
My phone rang. I groaned when I heard the rocking tune “Wild Thing” echo through the office. Jerry stared at me. There could be no doubt who that ring tone belonged to.
“Excuse me.” I stood as I pulled my phone out of my pocket and walked toward the door. Usually, I wouldn’t be thrilled that Lany had called during a meeting with the chief of police, but this time, I was ready to take any interruption.
I held the phone to my ear once I was out of Jerry’s office. “Hello,caro.”
“Hey.”
