Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
“Don’t talk shit,” Santiago says with a playful tone. “Evinka babysits the kids half the day. You get plenty of sleep.”
“Not everyone can survive on four hours,” Dominik mutters while shooting Santiago a glare.
The screen downsizes as Cassia, the head of the Greek mafia, joins the call, and a few seconds after her, Enzo, who runs a syndicate in Portugal, appears.
Where Cassia is sitting in her office, that’s situated in Athens, Enzo is in his car and on the move.
Fuck knows where in the world he is right now. The man is always working, but it’s paying off because he’s made quite a name for himself.
Enzo would’ve killed the Romanos without a second thought. He wouldn’t have fucked up like I did.
Dominik waits for everyone to exchange pleasantries, then he asks, “Cassia, how are things with the bratva?”
“Much better. They haven’t given me any more trouble.”
“Enzo,” Dominik says to get his attention because he’s looking at the road while driving, “How are things in Portugal?”
“Fine,” Enzo mutters, only sparing his phone before returning his attention to driving. “Why did you call a meeting?”
“I’m taking a break for the next six months so I can focus on my family. If any of you need weapons, you’ll have to deal with Evinka. That also counts for any help if you’re attacking someone or being attacked. Evinka will take my place until I return.”
Once Dominik is done talking, Santiago says, “I’ll be taking off a month once Ciara gives birth. Pedro will carry on with business in my stead.”
“Okay.” Enzo glances at the screen again. “Anything else?”
“I’m looking for two men,” I mention. “Vito Santoro and Sebastiano Caprino. I’d appreciate it if you could all put out feelers.”
“Send any information you have on the men to the security team,” Dominik replies.
I nod, then add, “I’m getting married. It’s going to be small and quick, so I’m not sending out invites.”
Santiago’s eyebrows lift. “Who are you marrying?”
“An American. She’s related to Nicolo Romano.”
“That’s one hell of a surprise. Last I heard, you and Romano didn’t get along,” Cassia says.
“We don’t.”
“Congrats, Leo,” Enzo jumps into the conversation. “Is there anything else to discuss?”
“No, you can go,” Dominik replies.
Enzo ends the call, leaving the four of us.
“Does he ever take time off?” Cassia asks.
“No. He’s a workhorse,” I chuckle.
Dominik gets up from his seat, drawing our attention to him, as he asks, “Do you just need help finding the men, Leo?”
“Yes. Dead or alive. It doesn’t matter.”
“I have another meeting. Good luck with the kids and enjoy your vacations,” Cassia says. “All the best for your wedding, Leo.”
“Thanks,” we all mutter before she ends the call on her side, leaving me with Santiago and Dominik.
An incoming call from Massimo grabs my attention. “Talk to you at a later stage.”
Santiago and Dominik nod, and I exit the meeting before accepting Massimo’s call.
“What’s up?”
“I’ve made the arrangements for the wedding. I had to grease a few palms to expedite all the relevant paperwork.”
“Good. Is Father Esposito on board with everything?”
“Yes. I made a donation to the church, he couldn’t refuse.”
Climbing to my feet, I walk toward the stairs. “When is it happening?”
“Whenever you’re ready.” Massimo’s voice tenses. “Are you sure about this, Leo?”
No, but I’m still going to go through with it. The sooner, the better, because Haven might change my mind with that sad expression of hers that turns me soft.
“Yes, don’t ask me again,” I mutter as I take the stairs up to the second floor. “Contact Nicolo and tell him to meet us at the church in an hour.”
“The fuck!” Massimo gasps. “What’s the fucking hurry?”
“Massimo, I’m marrying Haven today so that we can focus our attention on work. Get Nicolo and Haven’s mother to the church. One hour.”
“Okay,” he finally relents.
“Get a white dress for Haven. She’s the same size as my mother.”
He sounds disgruntled as fuck. “Now I have to go wedding dress shopping?”
I soften my tone as I say, “Please, Massimo.”
“Fine. I’ll get everything done. See you at the church.”
We end the call, and I dial my mother’s number while I pull my keys out to unlock my bedroom door. I’ve kept it locked because I don’t want Haven going through my personal belongings.
“Hello,” Mamma answers.
“Hey, Mamma. The wedding is happening in an hour. Father Esposito will marry us. Have Riccardo take you to the church.”
“Why so soon?” she exclaims.
“I have other work to attend to and can’t be distracted with a wedding. See you in an hour,” I say before ending the call.
A weird urgency fills my veins as I change out of my clothes into a black three-piece tuxedo.
When I’m ready, I tuck my gun into my pants behind my back and shove my phone into my breast pocket.
Leaving my bedroom, I lock behind me before I go to knock on Haven’s door.