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I shook my head. "While I can't promise it wasn't them one hundred percent, I doubt it. The Borelli family has no reason to go after us. Their territory is bigger than ours and we don't deal in the same merchandise."

"Do they really need a reason?" Tony asked. "They are mafia."

I scowled at him before I could stop myself. "Contrary to modern movies and books, the mafia does not do stupid things just to do them. It has to be of use to them before they act."

Tony lifted an eyebrow. "Well, somebody certainly did or I wouldn't be in this position."

"Oh, no, I'm sure whoever placed that bomb was thinking taking out the entire D'Angelo family would benefit them in some manner. There is only one problem with that."

"What?"

"They didn't know about you."

"Somehow, that doesn't reassure me."

"It shouldn't," I warned. "Whoever is behind this wants the entire family gone. When they learn about you, they are going to want to take you out, too. Why do you think you have such strong security?"

Tony heaved a sigh before stating, "Yeah, I was afraid you were going to say that."

"The plan is to catch them before they can take you out."

Tony let out a snort. "Good plan."

Well, it was the only one I had, so...

"We're here," I said when the car came to a stop.

"Oh, yippee," Tony groaned.

He did not sound enthused.

I just prayed he kept it together while we were visiting Borelli. I'd never personally met the man, but I'd heard horror stories about his grandfather. Carlos Borelli ran a tight ship, which I appreciated, but he didn't take shit off of anyone. Those that betrayed him usually died screaming.

I could only hope we weren't being fit for cement shoes by the end of this meeting.

Chapter Five

~ Anthony ~

I felt as if I was walking to my doom as we headed inside the large apartment building. I could name a hundred other places off the top of my head I'd prefer being right now. A meeting with a mafia boss was not one of them.

I never even considered putting it on the list.

I should have.

My jaw dropped when we entered the lobby. It was done in the style of the roaring twenties, with golds, creams, and blacks mixed in with art deco accents. It was very tastefully done. A little high end for me, but I applauded the designer.

We were met by four guards before we could take more than a few steps. I knew they were guards. They were wearing the same stupid black suits as my guards.

When one of them started walking toward me, I took a hasty step back.

"It's okay, sir," Vito said. "He's just doing his job."

As what? A Mack truck?

I saw one of the other guards start patting Vito down before moving on to the two guards with us. When the guy reached for me, I slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me." I snapped.

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