I cut my eyes and grab my keys. “We have bigger issues than my uncle, like Tino.”
“What about him?”
“He saw Bianca at Eden and while we were at the market.”
Andrea’s lip curls into a sneer. “What the fuck is he doing in Catania?”
I shake my head and sigh. “Don’t know. She needs a new identity. Make it believable.”
I’ll burn the city down if harm comes her way.
“Creating one will take a little finesse in some places, but it’s doable,” Andrea says against his Maserati. “How do you plan on getting her to go along with it?”
“She doesn’t have a choice.”
Chapter 30
Voluntold Proposal
Bianca
Messing with someone’s high should be a punishable offense in a court of law. After a morning from hell, I deserve the blunt I found in Benny’s room, the cheese tray I ate right after, and this cloudless sky whispering sweet nothings over my bikini.
A high with edible blessings.
“Trouble,” Benny sighs.
Until he ruined it.
“Don’t ‘Trouble’ me with another thing.” I sip my lemon water. It’s really lemonade with a splash of salt, but I wasn’t about to argue with Benny’s grandmother. That lady doesn’t need another reason to complain to Big Sandals about me in a confessional.
Breakfast was already awkward with a side of a language barrier. It’s not the least of my worries since Nonna’s grandson wants me to be a No Limit Soldier.
“Baby.”
Oh, this smooth-lipped Sicilian DeBarge.
I giggle. “Now I’m baby? Boy, bye.” I scoot in my pool lounger to drift away with my lemon water, snacks, and full determination to enjoy the vacation no one wants me to have.
A large shadow blocks the sun. I peek at Benny on the pool ledge in a damn halo of light over his suit.
Glistening motherfucker.
“My uncle knows you’re here.”
“So? There’s space in the pool for him.”
He tips his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. “Are you drunk?”
“High,” I say, matter-of-fact.
A hint of a smile flashes. Benny removes his loafers and socks. His pants are next, rolled up to his shins. Hello, pretty feet.
“It’s a problem that the Preda knows who you are, love.”
“Then put me on the first plane back to the land of my business,” I counter, adjusting a bikini triangle. The sunglasses back on his face are no mask for the gaze roaming across my body.
“If you go now, I can’t keep you safe, love. I embellished our situation to buy time to deal with threats,” he says. “Masking your identity keeps you protected.”
