Gia narrows her eyes at my twin before remembering where she is. A fake smile ghosts over her mouth. “Don Accardi.” She grips his hand in a firm but brief handshake, ignoring his unprofessional remark.
“Please take a seat,” Cristian says, holding out a chair for her. We’re all lined up on one side of the table, and she’s in the firing line on the other, yet she looks poised and unruffled as she sits.
My eyes soak up every delicious inch of her body as she lowers herself into the chair. Her suit is good quality and a perfect fit, hugging her figure in all the right places. She is tall and slender with shapely hips and big tits, and my dick is stirring in my pants, which is annoying. Her long golden-blonde hair is swept up in a high ponytail that emphasizes her high cheekbones and exquisite face. Ruby-red-painted lips pull into a pleasant smile as she pins me with striking ocean-blue eyes.
She will have Liam McDermott drowning in a pool of his own drool in no time.
“Now who’s being a dick, brother?” Caleb says under his breath so only I can hear him. “You are obvious in the extreme.”
Massimo clears his throat and pins us with a warning look.
We zip our lips and let our president open the meeting.
“Thank you for meeting us on such short notice, Ms. Bianchi.”
“You can call me Gia, Don Greco, and it’s no problem. I’m happy to be here.” There’s a slight tremble to her voice, indicating nerves, which isn’t surprising. She’s only twenty-two and sitting across from a group of formidable men who are about to grill her. It’s only natural.
Massimo’s warm smile attempts to put her at ease. “We have a proposal to put to you. Before I outline the situation and the assignment, I want to make it clear this is highly confidential, and it cannot be discussed with anyone outside of this room.”
“Apart from your father,” Fiero clarifies, fiddling with the cuffs of his suit jacket. “He is privy to the details.”
Gia nods while wetting her lips. My eyes follow the motion like they have a mind of their own. “I understand, and I won’t discuss it with anyone.”
“That includes your best friend,” Caleb adds. “You cannot mention anything to Elisa.”
Heat flares in Gia’s eyes, but she hides it fast as she looks at my twin. “I don’t think I was unclear, and using your personal knowledge of me like some kind of weapon is not welcome or professional.”
Cristian fights a smile as does Ben. Gia is ballsy, and she’s only going up in my estimation.
“Let’s stick to the agenda, Don Accardi,” Massimo says, leveling Caleb with another warning look.
“I’m ensuring our informant understands the severity of the situation. Clarifying the need for confidentiality is important.”
“Now we’ve confirmed that, let me outline the situation,” Massimo says, redirecting his gaze from my twin to Gia. “For the past ten weeks, someone has been stealing narcotics from under our noses. Several delivery vans have been hijacked on the roads in slick operations. Two nights ago, our entire shipment was stolen from an Accardi cruise liner docked at our shipping port.”
Her eyes pop wide. “How is that even possible? Our security is the best in the business.”
“It is, but someone has found a way to infiltrate it. Knowledge of deliveries is restricted to us, our Irish partners, and the local dons we supply product to across the US. Don DiPietro’s freight company handles all distribution in and out of New York. By a process of elimination, we determined someone within the Irish mafia was double-crossing us.”
Lines crease her brow. “I thought Diarmuid O’Hara was a trusted partner?”
“He is,” I interject. “We believe it’s his brother and he’s trying to frame him so we take O’Hara out, paving the way for Liam to assume control.”
“Is that the only motive?” Her big blue eyes stare straight into mine. “Or does he plan on replacing us as the main supplier of narcotics in The Big Apple?”
I smooth a hand down my tie. “That’s a smart question. It’s one we have considered, but we don’t have an answer to it.”
“Yet.” Fiero leans forward in his seat. “Which is where you come in.”
“You want me to infiltrate the Irish and find evidence pointing to Liam.” Her gaze bounces around the room, and there’s no mistaking the sheen of excitement in her eyes.
She wants this, just like I thought.
“Two of your colleagues have already tried and failed,” Ben says, gripping the arms of his chair tight.
Her face pales, in stark contrast to her vibrant lips. “You’re talking about Aldo and Pisano?”
“Yes. Both are dead,” Massimo says, his tone grave.
