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“Marshall would have only written something like that if it was necessary.”
“I figured that once we have some ideas then we can do more exploration. Right now it’s all very fresh, but from the minute I have someone willing to meet with me and talk it’s a start.”
“Thanks man.” I gave him a curt nod and he stood up.
“No worries. I’m gonna grab some food. You guys want anything at the store? Your uncle seems to adore tinned food. I can’t live on it.” Gibbs chuckled and left us.
Rory was Pa’s brother and nothing like him. He was cool and quirky. A little like the Godfather meets Stanford and Son. Pa was caviar and Rory was tinned sardines.
Dante laughed.
“We’re good,” I replied.
“Well looks like the plans in motion, but there’s not much you can do right now.” Dante nodded with a mischievous smile I knew all too well. “Means there’s room do to other things.”
“Other things?”
“Other things like look up and possible hook up with an ex that you’re clearly still very hung up on.”
I stared at him and considered it.
Clearly very hung up on might not even begin to describe how I felt.
Me, with these pussy emotions. No one would think it possible. By day and most nights I was Gio Bianchi, one of the capo’s to the Chicago mafia boss and a member of the infamous Four.
Pretty certain people would have heard of us on this side, whereas back before I left, I was just Gio.
Gio, the ruthless bad boy, who fell for a girl he should have left well alone.
I fell for her and she was still the queen of my heart.
My baby doll always had been.
I still remembered those seconds before I went to her. The fear of losing her had gripped me.
I never knew this was what our future held.
Having a life without her.
Chapter 4
Gio
* * *
Eight years ago …
Twelve minutes and counting …
She could do better than me.
Lyssa was beautiful, really beautiful. The days before we got together were spent with me beating up any guy who looked at her, and keeping her protected …
Keeping her in what I thought was a glass house. I preempted it though. She was a cute kid when I first met her. At least that was what I’d thought at fourteen.
Cute kid.
A cute kid that always made eyes at me and it absolutely never occurred to me that same cute kid was crushing on me.
