Page 166 of Legacy
I look at her, letting her see it—what I am, what I’ve built, what I protect.
Her lips part, like she wants to speak, and for a moment, I let myself hope she will.
I finish.
“And... we have a vineyard and distillery.”
A faint smile touches my lips.
“Casa del Sangue.”
Her brows knit together at the name.
She tilts her head just slightly.
Then my eyes drop to her shirt.
The old one. Soft and oversized. Faded print with the vineyards name stretched across her chest.
Mine.
Her gaze follows mine.
She looks down.
Fingers curling into the fabric.
A faint blush rises to her cheeks.
“I didn’t pack anything comfortable, so I stole this,” she murmurs.
“That’s alright,” I say.
“What’s mine is yours.”
She pauses. Takes a slow breath.
“So… Don of Cosa Nostra,” she echoes shifting the focus.
“Like I said I’m from a powerful family too. In the cartel I run the jewel sector.”
I nod, then feign a little casual curiosity.
“What do you doexactlyin your jewel sector?”
The corner of her mouth twitches.
“I smuggle in precious gems—diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires. I trade, make deals, and resell. Or use them at the jewelry store I own… well, used to own.”
“Used to?”
I don’t like the sound of that.
“Yeah. Since I moved out of state, Luciano took over. I think he put Esperanza in charge.”
“Esperanza?”
“She managed the shop when I was in class.”
