Page 34 of Mob Princess

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it.”

“Your lunch date is this Friday at La Frittata. Twelve thirty. Signorina Esposito will be meeting you there.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “Esposito.”

“Yes.”

“As in, Carmela Esposito.”

“Yes.”

I slowly stood, rage fueling me. “You’re telling me you’ve dedicated me to a lunch date with the head of the largest cri—”

“Be there, son. She and her daughter can offer us more than Bonnie and her family ever will. You aren’t bound to Bonnie. Not legally, and not emotionally from what I saw. Just go to lunch. It won’t kill you.”

But that’s where my father was wrong. If Carmela Esposito thought she was getting one thing out of the lunch and ended up getting another? She’d likely kill me on the spot.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I said and hung up the phone.

I had to figure out a way out of this mess before I killed my own reputation with my father.

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