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“And if you even think about playing any more tricks, you’re dead.”
“I held you when you were this big.” He gestures with his hands. “We’re blood, Dario.”
“My loyalty is to my mother, father, and the Family. Have I made myself clear?”
“We’re on the same side.”
“You’ve been stealing and talking openly about taking the Don position. Now, everything is going wrong. If this trip goes badly, it makes my father look like he can’t handle a simple vow renewal. A political man could use that to instill doubt, to advance his own position. I’m seriously warning you here, back off.”
“You’ve painted me as the perfect villain,” Eddy says. “The perfect scapegoat.”
“Scapegoat?” I snarl. “For who?”
He nods at me.
“That’s weak, thinking I’d ever betray my own father.”
“Not as weak as thinking I’d be to betray my brother.”
“You’ve been warned, Uncle. If things get worse, if it comes to blows, or blood, don’t forget that… you’ve been fucking warned.”
I walk away, my hands clenched into fists.
If he physically hurts Siena, he won’t get a warning.
CHAPTER 15
SIENA
It’s midafternoon, time for my meeting with Veronica. She lies in her bed, her blankets swallowing her, her face red and her eyes glassy. As I give her a rundown of what I’ve been doing, she looks almost annoyed, as if she resents me for doing a good job.
A paranoid thought strikes me. What if Veronica trashed my room? What if she’s been sabotaging me? It makes no sense, though. If I look bad, Evermore Events looks bad… which reflects terribly on her.
“It sounds like you’ve got everything handled,” Veronica says.
“I’m doing my best,” I reply. “I just want to make sure I stay on top of everything. Putting out fires seems to be my main job at the moment.”
Veronica sniffles. “Putting out fires is always part of the job, but so far, no one has complained?”
“Everyone is having a great time,” I say. “I think Marcela has taken to me quite well. Not that they wouldn’t prefer the captain running the ship, obviously…”
“Relax, Siena. You will not get into trouble for doing your job.”
“Right–sorry.”
“Is there something you want to say to me?” Veronica snaps.
“I don’t want to argue or upset you.”
“Who said anything about an argument?”
“You just don’t seem like your usual bubbly self. You seem down. I know you’re ill, so obviously you’re not going to be the life and soul of the party. If something’s wrong, I want to help. Other than the illness, I mean. I’m not a doctor.”
I’m stumbling over my words, nerves getting the better of me.
“You’re a good worker, Siena, and I consider you a friend.”
“Thank yo?—”
