“And the Albanians?” he asks.
“Nothing more than an annoyance.” He’s showing that he’s been keeping tabs on me. “How was Amsterdam?” I ask to return the favor.
Dragomir’s lips curve up, and he chuckles. “Good. I’ve made a deal with the Italians.” His vigilant gaze flicks to mine. “Now I just have to come to some kind of agreement with the Sicilians.”
A solid minute passes before I say, “I get fifty percent of whatever you sell in the States, and you get fifty percent of whatever the Cosa Nostra sells in Europe.”
My offer grabs his attention, and he turns his body to face me. “Asia, Africa, and South America?”
“Fifty-fifty. We form an alliance for the sake of our organizations. No poaching each other’s contacts.”
Dragomir stares long and hard at me before he lifts his hand. When we shake, he says, “Don’t fuck me over. I’d hate to come back.”
The corner of my mouth curves into a smile as I pat his shoulder. “Join me for lunch at my restaurant.”
His features relax a fraction, and while we walk to where all the cars are parked, he says, “I hear you have a good hacker.”
Having him bring up Rosie makes my guard go up. When I don’t reply, he continues, “Unfortunately, mine was killed. How would you feel about giving me access to La Rosa? I’d make it worth your while.”
I stop near his black town car and stare at him for a few seconds before I say, “All communication remains electronic and comes through Enzo, Nico, or myself.”
He nods. “Fair. I would also be protective of such a valuable asset.”
Turning, I walk to my SUV while throwing over my shoulder, “We can discuss the fee over lunch.”
After I climb into the backseat and Nico gets in behind the steering wheel, he says, “That went well. It’s going to take a while to see if the alliance can work.”
I nod, and as we take the lead so Dragomir can follow us to the restaurant, I mention, “He wouldn’t be here in person if he wasn’t serious. The moment he set foot in New York, the deal was made. That’s why I worked so fucking hard to get him here.”
With Dragomir taken care of, I can now concentrate all my attention on finishing off the Irish and putting the Albanians in their place.
The sooner I get the shit out of the way, the sooner I can focus on Sienna.
Sienna
After spending the entire morning and afternoon moving into my new apartment, Mom drops down on one of the couches and lets out a tired sigh. “I need a break.”
Walking to the kitchen, I grab a cold can of soda from the cooler we brought along and take it to her. “Have something to drink.”
She takes it with a grateful smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
“Why do you still have this dress?” Bianca asks as she comes from the direction of my bedroom.
I turn to look at her, and the instant my gaze lands on the pale pink gown, my heart squeezes painfully in my chest.
Searching for a reply that won’t make my sister suspicious, I pause for too long, and it has her eyebrow rises.
Unable to come up with anything else, I say, “I still have it because I like it.”
“But you wore it to the engagement party.”
“Enough, Bianca,” Mom mumbles.
Not listening, she continues, “I would’ve gotten rid of it right after calling off the engagement.” Her eyes flick between Mom and me. “And it’s not like you’ve worn it since.”
Hurrying to Bianca, I grab the dress from her and go to my bedroom.
“Do you still love Christiano?” my sister calls out.
