Page 40 of Inherting the Mafia

"We have a stables and this place doesn't."

I blinked. "I have horses?"

Vito chuckled. "Several."

Huh.

Never ridden a horse before.

"Do those horses come with riding lessons?"

I'd need them.

"I can teach you," Vito offered. "I've been riding since I could walk. I even stable my own horse at the villa. There's a large tract of land behind the villa that is good for riding. I try and go out at least once a week just to get away from everything."

That would be so cool.

"I'd like that," I said instead of totally geeking out. "Thank you."

"We're here," Vito said as he stopped the vehicle once again. "Watch what you say in there and don't make any sudden moves towards Luca's husband. The man is insanely possessive of Nico."

Husband?

"I thought you couldn't be gay in the mafia." Despite what Vinnie had told me, I knew things might not be the same here in Italy. Vinnie had warned me about that after all.

"It's is highly frowned upon, especially by the old guard."

I snorted before glancing out the window. "Boy, are they in for a surprise."

Just wait until I dressed up.

Before we could get out of the car, a man came hurrying down the steps. He rapped on the window with his knuckles. I slowly lowered it.

"Mr. D'Angelo, I'm Franco, Mr. Sabatino's assistant. I need you to follow me around to the garage."

When the man started walking, I glanced at Vito. "Did you expect that?"

"No."

"You don't think they are taking us somewhere to off us, do you?"

Vito glanced at me. "How's your gut?"

My gut?

"Fine, but—"

"Nervous? Anxious?" Vito asked.

"Well, I'm a little anxious, but—"

"Anxious like you were back at the airport?"

I frowned. "No."

"Then they are probably not going to off us."

Probablywas not reassuring.

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