“How’d the meeting go with Shane?” Gio asks.
“It went well. He’s going to adjust the plans so the top five levels of the building in Hudson Yards are penthouses too.”
“When will we be able to start selling those?” he asks.
“Soon. Once the new plans are finalized, we’ll get the design team to make the 3D models of each for buyers to take a look at.”
“Still on track to complete by the end of next year?” Gui asks.
“Yup, even with the slight alteration to the plans. How’d both of your meetings go today?”
“Final inspections on the commercial building passed, and the new tenants have all confirmed their move-in dates,” Gui says. “Consistent cash flow on that will start next month.”
“Good timing. We have a huge shipment coming in next week, and we already have a buyer for it all. We need to move that money somewhere, so let’s funnel it through the commercial building.” I nod to Gio. “What about Tribeca?”
“I scouted the area and signed the contract to purchase the land. It’ll make a good spot for another residential high-rise.”
“Sounds like a successful day, then. Everything’s going well.”
“Too well?” Gui asks with a lift of his brow.
“It would seem that way.”
Ever since Angelo Mancini and Giuseppe Silvestri were taken out, things have been quiet. They were the heads of two other families here in New York. When Mancini was taken out, Matteo DiMaggio took over his territory, and when Giuseppe Silvestri was taken out, his son, Niccolò, took over. Our family has good relations with both dons, so threats to territory and power control issues haven’t been a problem. We’re all functioning well together.
“So, what about Liana DiMaggio?” Gio says.
“Yeah, you make any leeway with the ice queen yet?” Gui asks.
“Don’t call my wife that,” I grumble.
My brothers raise their brows. “Yourwife?” Gui says.
“That sure escalated quickly. Does she know she’s your wife yet?” Gio says.
“We’ve talked about it,” I mumble.
“Talked about it… So, she doesn’t know, then,” Gio says.
“Don’t worry. My plan on how to get her is in the works as we speak. Liana knows we’re inevitable, so it’s just a matter of time before she’s wearing my ringandmy last name.”
“That’s awfully confident of you,” Gui laughs out.
I give him a loose shrug. “What can I say? I know what I want, and what I want is Liana. Since when have I letanythingget in the way of what I want?”
My brothers shake their heads, with shit-eating grins on their faces. “This is going to be fun to see,” Gio says.
I’m about to speak when the intercom beeps and my assistant’s voice filters into the room. “Mr. Bonetti?”
Pressing the intercom button on the phone, I say, “Yes, Sheila?”
“There’s a woman here to see you—Liana DiMaggio?”
I raise a cocky brow at my brothers, whose eyes are wide in surprise.
Sheila continues. “She doesn’t have an appointment, and I told her you’re extremely busy?—”
“Send her back,” I say.
