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Chapter 13

Lisa

Seeing Frank in his element excites me in ways I didn’t know could happen. He’s so focused, taking in every little thing, his eyes scanning the room full of people over and over again.

“Dinner was exceptional,” Sheila says to the hostess as we leave the great hall. “Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mrs. LaRusso.”

Donut King’s wife is a vision of loveliness. Not what I thought a woman who married a man known as the king of donuts would look like at all.

Smiling at her, I thank her. “You are such a gracious hostess, Mrs. LaRusso. We truly appreciate the trouble you’ve gone through to make things so perfect.”

“You’re very welcome, Mrs. Vietti.” She gives me a nod that reminds me of something a person of royalty might do.

I’m astonished that she remembered my name and can’t wipe the smile off my face. As soon as we’re out of earshot, I gush to Frank about it. “She remembered us, Frank! How cool is that?”

“Yeah,” he says, but he looks kind of agitated when his eyes focus on a small group of people. He taps Enzo on the shoulder as we walk behind him and Sheila. “You see that group?”

Enzo nods. “I don’t like it.”

“Me neither,” Frank agrees.

Sheila and I exchange worried looks. I’m reminded of the gun that’s strapped to my inner thigh and wonder if it’ll get used tonight. I hope not.

I have never even held a gun before, and now I’m carrying one on my body. It’s an odd feeling to be bringing in a hidden weapon. And the fact that we weren’t supposed to bring weapons at all is kind of worrisome.

What’s really odd is that I’m kind of having the time of my life. It’s like I was born to be a Mafia wife. It’s crazy!

Suddenly, the men move into a huddle, leaving us wives alone, so we move into a circle. Sheila takes our minds off our husbands and what they’re talking about. “So, dinner was a real experience, right?”

Lola claps. “It was amazing! We should do something like that for one of the major holidays. What do you think, Sheila?”

Nodding, she’s all in. “I think we should. I had that thought each time I took the silver dome off the next dish. What fun would it be to have a party like that!”

“Hey, I could make all the flower arrangements for the tables,” I offer.

“I can help with the table decorations,” Candy adds.

“What holiday should we do?” Miranda asks.

Sheila’s eyes light up as she gets an idea. “I know the perfect occasion for something like that. Valentine’s Day! No kids allowed. Only couples. And after the dinner, we can have a band play in the ballroom. A dinner and dancing date night!”

“I love that idea.” It will be our first Valentine’s Day together, and that would be the most romantic way to spend it. “I’m sure the men will like it too.”

Lola shrugs. “They don’t have to like it—they just have to show up.”

Laughing, I see Frank’s furrowed brow and wonder what has the men so worried. “Do you think something’s about to go down?” I ask. I can’t help but worry.

“It’s to be expected that our men get a little agitated,” Sheila says. “With so many big dogs in one place, I’m sure the testosterone is flowing like a raging river in pretty much all the men here. But I don’t think anyone wants a war to break out. The fallout would be more than any would care for.”

Lola adds, “Also, no one wants their bosses to lose their lives, so they’ll keep their tempers in check. Can you imagine what would happen if something did happen?”

I mumble, “A lot of families would lose their bosses.”

Sheila dabs the inside of her eyes. “Let’s not think about something like that. I’m constantly worried about Enzo as it is.”

“Sorry.” I shouldn’t have said that out loud.

The fact is that I’m not always worried about Frank. I have never given much thought to the danger he must be in. He’s so strong that I find him too powerful to get hurt. But he’s only flesh and bone. He could get hurt or, even worse, killed.

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