Page 24 of Surprise Baby for the Mafia Boss

“So, it went well?” Enzo comes into my room as I’m unpacking.

“It did, Brother. It went great. Carlos is back on board. Raul will be our point of contact. The shipment should arrive within the next week. I’ve got Danny and Gus on warehouse duties, and Buddy is going to be distributing.”

I’ve planned this down to the very last step. There’s no way that Enzo is going to find any holes in my work.

“Okay,” he says, rubbing his chin. “And you took Emelia with you?”

Shit. He's a snoopy fucker.

“I did, but it was for the daughter’s party. There was no danger, trust me. And she had a great time. Ask her.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“What?”

“Luca, did you take her with you so that you could fuck her again?”

I run my hands through my hair and laugh in frustration. “No. I took her because Carlos demanded that I show up with a partner. She’s the smartest girl I could think to take with me. And it was a good idea.”

I can tell Enzo is about to say something else, but he’s cut off when both of our phones ring simultaneously. We both turn to answer them, Enzo leaving the room.

“Hello?” I don’t recognize this number. It could be anyone but both my brother and I getting a call at the same time is odd.

“Boss, I’m sorry. I’m not sure if you’re back in the States but we've got a problem.”

It’s Danny, I can tell he's driving, probably on his way to the warehouse. He's got a lot to manage to get things ready for our upcoming deliveries.

Danny wouldn't call for no reason. My stomach tightens. I’ve just brought the Mexicans on board and the last thing I need is a disaster with our distribution at home.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, already tapping on the window, anticipating the worst.

“It’s Billy. He was dropping off an order and on his way back he got hit.”

Fuck. Billy is just a kid still, with no known enemies, but he works hard and is smart and he’s one of the best up and coming guys I have right now.

“Hit? Who shot him, Danny?” I can’t hear what Enzo’s phone call is about, but I wonder if it’s connected to this.

“I dunno, Boss. He’s okay, though. I got the doc to come over and he’s patched him up good. But this feels targeted.”

My men are smart enough, at least, not to involve hospitals. Luckily, we have a private doctor on constant call to handle these kinds of situations.

“It could have been. Or he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” I don’t want to alarm the guys before we have facts. Targeted hits will make people paranoid and that makes them act out of fear, which leads to stupid mistakes.

“Or that.” He sounds unconvinced, but he’s loyal and will always take my word over anything else.

I think for a minute about the best way to move forward while we still don’t know what is happening.

“Okay,” I say. “Stop the drop-offs for today. Message the clients and let them know we’re going to be switching up times for everyone from tomorrow forward.”

“Will do.”

Danny gets off the phone and I know he’ll handle this in the best way he knows how, but I’m now stressed about the big shipment from the Mexicans.

As I put the phone down, Enzo walks in, a worried look on his face. “We had an attempted robbery at the big warehouse downtown last night.”

That warehouse is on the opposite side of town from where Billy was shot. They could be related, or we could have some shitty luck happening right now.

“Oh shit, did they get in?”

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