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A woman dressed in a bright yellow dress that showed far too much cleavage and made me wonder how she kept from spilling out greeted us.

“Hello, welcome to Civello, Dolfi, and Riggo. How can I help you?” she asked, rising from her seat.

Wes stepped forward and gave her a smile in return. “Yes, we have a meeting With Tommaso Civello at eleven thirty.”

“Oh yes, if you’ll follow me, I’ll get you settled in the conference room just down this hall. Can I get you gentlemen anything?” she inquired, clearly making a point to ignore me.

Everyone mumbled no as they took their seat at the table. While I was all for women having each other's backs, what I couldn’t stand was when we saw each other as threats. I’d done nothing to this woman in the five seconds we’d interacted, yet she was treating me like dirt.

“I would love a cup of coffee, black, please,” I requested as I passed by her.

She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “Certainly.” Spinning on her ridiculously high heels, she left the room.

Swiveling in my chair, I looked at the guys, confused as shit. “What the fuck is it that I do to make women hate me instantly?”

“It’s not what you do, little rebel,” Sprocket expressed. “What they dislike about you is the confidence you have in yourself and your place in the world. Knowing your worth isn’t something you can teach because it’s something you have to take for yourself.”

Crossing my arms, I leaned back in the chair, thinking that over. I had to fight, bleed, and claw my way to get where I am. After doing that much work, the knowledge that you fucking deserved to be treated better was just innate.

The sound of hard-sole shoes clacked on the marble floor, alerting me that someone was entering the conference room and had me sitting up. While I might have earned respect in my life, it didn’t apply to all people everywhere, and right now, we were in someone else's territory. Tommaso and another gentleman I recognized from articles walked in with him—Sergio Civello, Tommaso’s adoptive father and number one ringer to the Italian mafia when it came to legal disputes.

“Hello all, and thank you, Weston, for traveling all the way from California to speak with me,” Tommaso said, reaching out to shake Weston’s hand, then gesturing for us to take a seat.

“It’s our pleasure. We felt like this conversation was best had in person,” Wes explained. “Allow me to introduce who I’ve brought with me. My wife, Dax, and her other husbands, Enzo, Lachlan, Connor, Teo, Juan, and Cameron.”

This information had both men looking at us with shocked expressions. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but did you say she’s married to you as well as these other men?” Sergio questioned.

Wes gave him an understanding smile. “Yes, I guess you could say we are a family unit since we all live and work together as well. We understand it’s not a normal situation, but for us, it’s what made the most sense. Now the purpose for our visit, at one point, you’d been looking for information on your birth parents, and we know who they are.”

“It’s true I was incredibly eager when I was younger to understand where I came from, but even private investigators came up empty. How is it you managed to find something? Pardon my skepticism. It comes with the job,” Tommaso challenged.

“No, that is smart of you not to trust right away, but I’ll be upfront with you if you offer to do the same with us,” Wes counted.

Sergio tensed at this, narrowing his eyes on Wes. “What exactly does that mean? If you’re coming to us looking for a favor or a payout of any kind, I’ll tell you right now that’s never going to happen.”

“What about the chance to overthrow Diego De León and get back what was stolen from you?” I asked, cocking my head slightly to get a better look at the older man. “We know who you really work for, and if you want us to come clean about everything we know, it comes with the price of honesty in return.”

“Wait here. We need to make a call,” Sergio ordered as they both got up and walked to the door.

Before they could leave, I let out a quick shrill whistle getting them to look at me. “Tell Valter, Two Tricks is in your office looking to deal.” Sergio’s eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before he nodded sharply and left.

Chapter seventeen

Dax

A moment later, miss perky tits showed up with a small Styrofoam cup with coffee in it. “Here you go, coffee, black.”

Why the fuck do they always make me be the asshole?

“Yeah, sorry, princess, but I know an insult when I see one,” I said with a tired sigh. “Let me guess, did you spit in it? Dip the cup in toilet water or something before filling it?”

“What?” She gasped. “No, of course not. Why on earth would I do such a thing?”

“Only you can answer that, but I’m for damn sure not going to drink out of that.” Shoving out of my seat, I left the conference room and headed for the front desk.

“Wait, what are you doing?” tits for brains called after me.

Looking around the space, I ignored her as I spotted a man with an empty coffee cup heading down the hall to the left. “Since you clearly didn’t want to serve me, I’m just going to do it my-damn-self,” I muttered as I followed after the guy.