“Glass house. But Levi, one of the new ones, is with them.”
I smirk. “That won’t be a problem.”
Even if one of my father’s new recruits is with Vince and Luca, they’ll still help me play him.
I leave out the side door and walk through the gardens of trimmed bushes and flowers, passing by someone I haven’t seen before, but they look like a low-level worker, so I should be safe.
Reaching the glass house, I push open the door and Vince immediately stands, but it’s Luca who makes his way to me, embracing me in a warm hug and spinning me around.
“My girl is so big.”
I laugh, trying to breathe through his squeeze.
“Let her go, you fat bastard,” Vince chimes in from the table that’s scattered with cards and poker chips.
Luca releases me and then cups my face with his hands. “Let me kill the cocky prick.”
I smile and keep walking, getting to Vince, who wraps me in a hug from the side.
“Come on, boys, don’t fight over me.”
Luca is about fifty, and Vince is thirty-six, so I’m pretty sure they are both married and have lives outside of here, but it’s still fun to tease.
My eyes glance at the man I haven’t met yet. But I keep my attention focused on my friends.
“It’s been three weeks, Ace, that’s a bit long,” Vince says.
“Yes, well, Enzo’s been more intense with my training.” I grab a seat at the table, take a handful of chips, and finally greet our guest, “Hi, Levi,” I hold my other hand to him, “you like cards?”
He smiles but turns to Vince and Luca. “Chi diavolo è questo? Dovevamo esserci solo noi.”Who the hell is this? It was supposed to be just us.
Smiling, I keep my eyes on him. “Rilassati Levi. Ci divertiremo, te lo prometto.”Relax, Levi. We’ll have fun, I promise.
He drops his eyes to my chest.
“Not that kind of fun.” I hold my smile and turn my attention back to the boys while they tell me about work and how shit Dante is at planning ahead. Cards are shuffled, chips are stacked, and soon enough we’re deep into a game of poker.
But after about two hours, Levi’s hands are already up in the air. “This is bullshit.”
I lean back in my seat and watch the manchild throw a fit over losing ten grand.
“This fucking slutty bitch is cheating.”
I let out a quiet laugh while lifting a leg to my chair, knowing I’m not in danger.
“Relax, Levi, it’s just a game,” Luca says as he blows out a puff of smoke, cigarette in hand.
My attention shifts. I don’t have my own phone, but I look for the ringing and see Vince’s going off on the table—it’s my father.
He takes the call quickly.
“Yes, understood,” he mutters, taking a sip of bourbon, wiping his hand on his black jeans, and pulling his gun from his back, firing a round into Levi’s skull.
His lifeless body falls to the ground, and I have to wipe his blood from my cheek.
“Yes.” Vincent’s tone is suddenly much more serious.
I look to Luca, who is still counting chips from the game, my head tilting to Levi’s body. “A little dramatic, no?”
