Caterina’s eyes cut to mine. “And don’t treat Nilsson like she’s just another person you can charm into doing your bidding.”
I let out a low breath through my nose. “You think I don’t know what kind of gatekeeper she is?”
Roberto’s gaze stays steady. “I think you like a challenge. And this challenge has consequences.”
I nod once, slowly. “Understood.”
“Good. Then get your head in the game.”
“Already there.” I look to Roberto. “You tell Luca?”
Luca would not take it well. Oldest brother and Conti family Don, Luca is known for being very territorial.
He wasn’t able to be at the gala last night, as both his wife and daughter were sick, but he’ll want to be informed every step of the way. Especially now.
Roberto’s mouth tightens. “Not yet.”
Caterina’s brows lift. “You didn’t tell him?”
“I just found out myself,” Roberto says. “I’ll make the call after the meeting.”
“You want me there?” Caterina asks, knowing exactly how her father will react to the news. “I might be able to talk him down.”
I nod once, because that’s smart. Luca won’t react well once he hearsChicago mob moving in on our territory.
Roberto looks between us, then gives a short, decisive nod. “Yes. Be there.”
Caterina nods.
“And Antonio,” Roberto adds, voice sharpening as he pins me in place, “Monday.”
I give him a slow smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “Monday.”
“Good,” he says. “Because if Bellandi gets a foothold on this coast, it won’t be a business problem. It’ll be a war.”
Caterina’s jaw sets. “Then we make sure they don’t get one.”
Roberto stands, signaling the meeting is over.
I push to my feet with them, smoothing my jacket.
I walk out of Caterina’s office and don’t look back, grateful I’m not the one who has to make the call that’s going to ruin everyone’s morning.
Chapter Twelve
Elsa
The clock on the bedside table glows 7:45, and I’m standing in front of the mirror with doubts.
I’ve done it now.
Last night, I walked into that ballroom muted on purpose. Conservative lines, flats, very purposely understated. A version of myself designed to be ignored by anyone and everyone.
It didn’t work. Antonio noticed me.
Last night, I didn’t question it. I told myself he could see through the armor I was wearing, that he saw something under the surface.
But now I know the truth. He didn’t see anything beneath the surface except the potential to screw me into the acquisition.
