Page 134 of Broken Mafia Prince
“I should go,” she mutters.
I turn to her, my brows knitting together. “You just got here.”
“I have things to do,” she says quickly, avoiding Raffaele’s gaze. “And you have a lot to think about.”
I open my mouth to stop her, but before I can, she’s already pushing away from the table and making her way toward the exit.
I frown, my stomach twisting with unease as I watch her go. A weight settles in my chest, heavier than before.
She doesn’t believe this is real. She doesn’t believe in us.
And worse? A small, ugly part of me wonders if she might be right.
Raffaele’s arms tighten around me, his lips brushing against my ear. “Let her go,” he murmurs. “She’ll come around.”
I sigh, resting my head against his chest. Maybe Isa just needs time.
43
RAFFAELE
“We have three trailers coming in on Friday,” I tell Father. “But I’ve decided to send a decoy in first to check if the west route is really safe. I can’t trust Josef as far as I can throw him, and considering that he’s the size of a whale, that’s not very much.”
The glance my father shoots me is unimpressed, but at his side, Emilio coughs, trying to muffle his laughter.
“We shook on it.” Father clasps his hands under his jaw. “He’s a real man. He won’t go back on his word after he shook on it.”
It’s my turn to level an unimpressed glance at him. “I don’t care if you sealed the deal with a kiss. I’m not putting the fate of my men and our product in Josef’s ham hands.”
“My men and my products,” he grits out. “You have nothing here but a little irrelevant club.”
“It’s not irrelevant.”
He begins to count on his fingers. “No drugs in the club, meaning that we can’t even sell our products there, not even women. Lastly, you’re not even using the club to clean outmoney for us. So tell me how exactly that stupid little club is relevant?”
I grit my teeth, fingers clenching at my side. “The club?—”
“Enough about that. We have bigger fish to fry anyway.” He waves a dismissive hand, suddenly sounding excited. “Tell him about the plan, Emilio.”
Nothing good ever comes out of Father’s excitement, and I know that time won’t be any different. I tense, waiting to hear about whatever new absurd plan he has so I can immediately shut it down.
“A shipment is coming into the country a week or two from now. We don’t have the exact date yet, but we know exactly what is contained on that shipment, down to the last bottle of whiskey,” Emilio explains.
“What is contained in the shipment?” I ask curiously.
My father replies with cheer in his voice, “Everything.”
“What does that mean?” I direct my question at my father’s right-hand man, tired of going round and round with him.
“Everything means everything. A large amount of arms, drugs, diamonds and other gems, art, and some incredibly valuable pottery,” he explains. “I don’t know how they managed to afford that haul. I’m guessing several alliances, some loans, credit. It’s enough product to be at the top for a long time.”
“How were they stupid enough to broadcast something like that?” I scoff.
“They didn’t.” Father’s eyes shine at me. “We have a mole in their ranks. A very important mole. He’ll communicate the day the shipment is meant to arrive when he’s confirmed it.”
My eyebrows fly up at that revelation. “Who’s that important that you went to the trouble of setting up a mole?”
He stares at me like I’m stupid. “The Montanaris, of course.”
