“Which means, this Luca asshole has our money, our leverage, and Sasha’s men.”
“Jesus Christ, I’m gonna kill him.”
“Yeah, well, you better stow that language, brother, because he’s apparently not willing to play nice with us and he’s by the book which makes him more dangerous for us.”
I slammed my fist into the wall. “I swear to Christ if they come after Felix again, I’m gonna bury Luca alive.”
Sundance sighed. “I don’t think they’ll do that. Too high profile now, but that doesn’t mean they won’t try something else. Everyone needs to be on guard.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
“I’m gonna leave the Moretti family to you, but tread lightly.”
I nodded and stormed out of his office, heading to the kitchen for a beer.
* * *
Sabrina
Felix crashed aboutsix that night. Luca and my parents had been with us from the moment we left the hospital and were still hanging out in my kitchen.
At least my mom was cooking. I was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed, but I didn’t think any of them were planning on leaving anytime soon, so I decided I’d eat my feelings with whatever Mom was making.
I sidled into the kitchen and sat up at the kitchen island next to my dad. “He’s out.”
“How are you,tesoro?” Dad asked.
“I’m good, Papa. Just tired.”
“Have some meatballs,” Mom said, and slid a huge plate of spaghetti and meatballs in front of me.
“I don’t know if I can eat all this,” I lied.
“You can do it,” she encouraged, and I chuckled.
“You just want me fat.”
“And pregnant,polpetta. I want another baby meatball running around.”
I laughed. She’d called all of us ‘meatball’ since we were babies.
“Slow your roll there, Mama. Gotta find me a husband first.”
“Who says?” Luca challenged, taking a big bite off his own plate.
“You hush,” Mama ordered. “You know Mrs. Russo’s boy, Ian, is single. I could set you up.”
I nearly choked on a meatball. Ian Russo looked like a younger version of Tony Soprano, only fatter and balder. His dad was Italian, and his mom was Irish, hence ‘Ian.’ He was also kind of a dick. “Ah, no, Mama, please don’t.”
Luca was laughing hysterically at our exchange, so I chucked a meatball at him.
“Hey!” he growled, throwing it back.
“You two, knock if off,” Mama warned. “I’ll set you up with Ian’s sister, Luca, if you don’t behave.”
Luckily, I didn’t have anything in my mouth I could choke on. Ciara looked a lot like her brother, and she was just as nasty. But she’d had a crush on Luca since before I could remember, always trying to kiss him during mass. And that had just happened a few months ago. It was hilarious.
Luca raised his hands in surrender and went back to his food.
