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The customers cheer, and I get to work, helping Sherrie serve everyone a slice of pie.

When I take a seat by Dad to wait while he eats his slice, I say, “I’m going to miss this place.”

“You spent a lot of time here.”

“Yeah.”

“On to bigger and better things,” he murmurs before washing the pie down with a sip of coffee.

“Talking about bigger and better. Want to open a soup kitchen with me?”

“Here in Brownsville?”

I nod. “I was thinking we can talk to the church and get something going.”

“Is that really how you wanna spend the money Dario gave you?”

I mentioned the money to him during the drive to the restaurant but didn’t tell him how much. I’m still trying to process the amount, so it will probably give Dad a heart attack, which is the last thing I want.

Answering his question, I say, “Yes. I want to give back to the community.”

“We can stop at the church over on Riverdale Avenue before we head home.”

“Thanks.”

Leaning back in my seat I glance around the diner, thinking how much my life has changed.

One moment, I’m a struggling waitress slash janitor, and the next, I’m dating Dario La Rosa, mafia boss slash art lover.

How the hell did I get this lucky?

Chapter 36

Dario

I’ve just picked up the drugs from Frankie, and driving up a street in Brownsville, I recognize an SUV parked outside of a diner.

I slow down, and when I park behind the vehicle, I see Eden and Tyrone sitting in a booth. It looks like they’re eating pie.

I push the R8’s door open to get out, but an alarm on my phone has me digging the device out.

Seeing an alert regarding Miguel, I quickly go into the app. He’s been spotted in Miami.

Christ. We have to move fast.

I shut the door again, and starting the engine, I pull away from the curb while dialing Damiano’s number.

“You better have good news for me. My men killed the fucking uncle,” he mutters.

“Miguel’s in Miami,” I say, feeling good that I finally get to give him solid information.

“Wheels up in thirty minutes,” he grumbles. “Let the others know we’re meeting at the airfield.”

“On it.”

The call ends and when I stop at a traffic light, I quickly send a group text out.

Miguel spotted in Miami. Meet at the airfield stat. Wheels up in 30.

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