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Christ. More fucking politics. I headed to the door, opening it slowly. Almost immediately, Don Santorelli opened his eyes, a waning smile crossing his face.

“I understand I have you to thank for saving my life.”

“I did my job. Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep you from getting shot.”

“Do you not think I’ve been shot before, son?” He motioned to the chair.

I immediately headed toward it, keeping it facing the doorway leading to the corridor. No one was going to ambush us again. I had limited medical training, but with the various IVs and monitors, my gut told me the man had been very lucky.

“It’s my job to protect you, Don Santorelli.”

“You are the most formal of my men. I appreciate that, but it’s not necessary. Not now. How is Dion?”

“I won’t lie to you. He’s not doing very well.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“I’ve yet to find the person responsible either.” I felt guilty for that.

He nodded only once. “That will take time. Whoever is behind the ambush is not ready to come forward. Anonymity is a valuable weapon. Just be ready when he does.”

“I will be. I promise you.”

“I can always trust you, Alejandro. You make an excellent addition to the team, a true leader in a world that can become dicey from dishonesty. I value your ethics.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Which is why the decision I was forced to make wasn’t easy.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What decision?”

“Dion will undoubtably be incapacitated for an extensive amount of time. If he ever recovers. Sadly, I can’t afford to give him the time to do so.” Obviously, my emotions had changed because he lifted his hand. “I will take care of Dion both in and out of the hospital. His bills. His family. Whatever he needs. I will never abandon my men or their families. However, I need an Underboss.”

I knew what he meant. Any appearance of weakness would be used against us even if not by the perpetrator of the attack. “I understand.”

“I’m glad you do because I’m asking you to accept that position.”

“Until Dion recovers.”

“Even if he does recover. By then, my regime could have doubled and I’ll need two men as equal but tough leaders.”

Even if I wasn’t taking away Dion’s rank, I would be required to take whatever position the man wanted. To say no would mean certain death. “An honor, Don Santorelli.”

“Don’t say that too quickly. Of course there is a raise involved, additional perks as well as responsibilities.”

“I will perform them as required.”

He offered a smile. “I know you will. Now, I need a favor.”

“Anything.”

“Good. Then you will take Dion’s place marrying the daughter of Matheas Lupini. You will strengthen our alliance and at some point, you will be considered the leader of both organizations.”

“I don’t understand. Dion was supposed to marry her.”

“Things change. Sadly, sometimes in the blink of an eye. Carmella will make you a fine wife. You’ll have many children. You will be respected.”

“I’m not certain I can do that.” An immediate ache formed in my gut.

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