I can’t hear anything with him on the other side of the room, which is why he walked away from me.Augusto Reyes?What’s going on?Augusto Reyes is the guy who shot Sandro at close range, leaving him for dead.That’s the guy they’re worried about?
No, I believe in Sandro and Luca.They stopped them once, they’ll do it again.
“I’ll handle it.”He says before ending the call.
“Sandro, is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine.I need to get to work.Are you good?”
I nod.“I’m sorry I bothered you.”
“You didn’t bother me.I needed to know.You’ll never see Lauren again.If you could do me a favor and round up her stuff, I’ll have it sent to her.”
“I’ll have it done before I go to bed,” I promise.
Bianca
Sandro is cursing up a storm in Spanish and Italian.
“What’s the matter?”I’m out of my room, scared.Ever since I woke up to find out Augusto Reyes kidnapped Luca a few days ago after killing almost a dozen Outfit men, I’ve been terrified Sandro was next.
We’re in the hotel on the strip in a suite because Sandro believed I was safer here than at the hotel in old Vegas.I’m not allowed out of the hotel unless I have security with me.But with losing men, there isn’t really anyone available.Thank goodness I didn’t have school to worry about because I would definitely be failing classes if I did.
“I need to go to Chicago.To meet the woman—girl that I’m supposed to marry.I’m being forced to marry in order to take over Vegas from Luca.”
“Married?”I’m stunned.“You’re taking over Vegas?”This was a dream for him.
“Yeah,” Sandro says to me.Then, to the person on the phone.“Natasha, I need you to call and file a flight plan for me to get to Chicago today as soon as I can get out there.I also need you to call in a jeweler to bring some rings by for me to pick out.”Ending the call, he immediately begins typing—I’m guessing a text.
“Who are you marrying?”
“Carlo Toro’s, the Don of the Outfit’s daughter.She’s too damn young, only twenty-two, and she’s fucking mute or acts like she is anyway.It doesn’t make any sense to me why I have to marry her.The girl doesn’t even have his name.Carina goes by Parker.Why the fuck would it matter if she’s married?”
There’s a knock at the door.I go to answer it, my mind in a whirlwind.Bobby nods at me.“Hey, sweetie.Your brother told me to come by to drive him to the airport.”
“Bobby, give me a few minutes.I need to get packed.”
He’s so stressed.I want to help him in some way.There’s only one way I can think of.“When the jeweler comes, can I pick out the ring?I promise she’ll love it.”
“Yeah, sure.Sounds good to me.I don’t know about any of that shit.”Sandro is relieved.
The minute he’s gone, I pounce on Bobby.“Who is Carina Parker?”
Bobby’s eyes go big.“She’s Carlo’s daughter.The girl is…different.”
I have my phone out and go searching for her.“What do you mean different?”
There are more Carina Parkers than I thought there would be.
“She dresses up and goes to those conventions and stuff.There’s also the rumor she’s had a bunch of boyfriends.Carlo doesn’t care for the girl, so I’m surprised he’s making Sandro marry her.”
Found her.With him saying she dresses up, I stop on a photo of a chick in anime cosplay.Carina Parker is buried under some of the coolest makeup I’ve ever seen and a truly cool wig—it has to be a wig—that can’t be real.For two seconds, I think she’s cool until I take in the rest of her.
Holy shit, her skirt is so freaking short, and her breasts are front and center.I can’t believe it.Poor Sandro.She’s going to embarrass him dressing like that.And she’s always with multiple guys in every picture.Women in the mafia were supposed to be virtuous.They were sent to all-girl Catholic schools to protect them from men.It was such a big deal that their bedsheets were shown the day after their wedding as proof they were virgins until their wedding night.
It didn’t matter Sandro is being forced to marry her, the men he has to deal with will know she’s a slut, and they’ll look down on him because of it.Bobby said she’s had multiple boyfriends.Are the guys in the photos men she’s sleeping with?Is she going to cheat on Sandro?
A knock at the door has me nearly running for it.The man is tall, thin, and very serious.“Hello, I’m here for Mr.Leonetti to select a ring.”