Page 46 of Inherting the Mafia

Luca pressed a kiss to his forehead and then turned to look at Tony. "Nico, this is Tony D'Angelo, head of the D'Angelo family, and his right hand man Vito. This is my Nico."

Tony must have understood the situation because he didn't offer his hand. Instead, he gave Nico a respectful nod and said, "I'm pleased to meet you, Nico. Your husband said you grew up in New York City?"

Nico nodded.

"I lived there all of my life until about twenty-four hours ago."

Nico's face brightened. "Really?"

Tony nodded. "I had an apartment over in Bushwick."

Nico squinted at him. "I'm not sure where that is."

"If you don't know where it is, you don't want to know. Trust me."

Having been in Tony's neighborhood, I fully supported that. The place wasn't a total dump, but close to it. Even armed, I'd be wary of walking home at night.

"I'm sorry about what happened to your family," Nico stated.

"Thank you," Tony replied. "Even though I never knew any of them, it would have been nice to get the chance."

That was something I hadn't really given any thought. I'd been so concerned with finding out who placed the bomb at the wedding and protecting Tony that I had totally forgotten that he'd lost his entire family. There would be no chance in the future to meet any of them.

He basically had no one.

"Please show our guests to their suite," Luca told his butler. "Sophia is arranging a tray for them."

"Yes, sir," the butler replied.

"Vito, I had you placed in the suite you occupied before so you should know where it is. If you need anything, just ask one of the guards or servants. We can meet up after breakfast to discuss the situation and make some plans. Does that sound all right to you?"

"Yes, thank you," Tony said.

Luca pointed to me. "Keep an eye on that one. If you do decide he needs a doctor, tell one of my guards and they will let me know."

Tony nodded.

Luca and Nico walked off into the room to our left leaving me and Tony standing there with the butler. When the man politely bowed and gestured toward the stairs, Tony stepped over to take my arm.

"Take your time," he said. "We're in no hurry."

I looked at the stairs and groaned.

"Maybe there is a bathtub. A long soak will make you feel better."

I knew for a fact that there was a bathtub. As Luca had said, he was placing me in the same room I had been in before. It was actually a really nice room. I'd been impressed with the accommodations when I was here last time.

Going up the stairs was an exercise in agony. I was pretty sure the adrenaline I'd been running on before was starting to fade. I needed to get cleaned up, treated, fed, and then into bed. I was going to crash soon.

When we finally reached the door to our suite, I was leaning heavily on Tony. I felt as weak as a newborn kitten. Not the impression I wanted to give my boss.

The butler opened the door and Tony and I walked inside. Tony stopped right inside the room. He was looking around the room with his mouth hanging open.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Tony?"

"Do people really live like this?"

I chuckled lightly. "You should see your villa."

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