Page 59 of Inherting the Mafia

"I'll call him right now."

Once Vinnie hung up, there was dead silence in the room for a moment as everyone prepared for a fight that might or might not come.

Luca tossed me and Tony a couple of flak vests and then put one on himself. I'd worn one once or twice before. I hated them then and I hated them now, but they were useful, especially when headed into a tense situation that could quickly turn into a fire fight.

Before we headed out the door, I grabbed Tony around the neck and reeled him in, pressing a hard kiss to his lips. "Don't get dead. I have plans for you later."

Tony gave me one of his patented smirks. "I hope it's riding lessons."

Oh, he'd definitely be riding something.

"It will be."

"Then I won't get dead."

It was always nice to have something to look forward to.

"Sir, the surveillance from the front gate." Franco held a tablet out to Luca. "Another two SUVs full of guards have joined the first four."

Luca grabbed the tablet and stared down at the screen on the screen. "Has anyone tried to breach the walls?"

"Not yet, sir," Franco replied. "It's almost as if they are waiting for something."

"Or someone," Tony said.

We all stared at him.

Tony's eyes rolled. "Come on, you've been at this whole mafia thing longer than I have. Think. If four SUVs full of guards suddenly attack, but don't kill anyone, and they are not trying to break in, then they are obviously waiting for something to happen or someone to arrive."

Tony waved his hand toward the open doorway. "Has anyone gone out there and tried to talk to them? Ask them what they want?"

Again, everyone just stared at Tony.

Did he not get how things were done in the mafia? There were armed men out there, armed men that were aggressive and hostile. We couldn't exactly ask them in for tea.

"Tony—"

Tony's eyes rolled. "You guys are ridiculous," he said before spinning on his heels and storming out of the room.

"Does he not get how dangerous it would be to do something like that?" Luca asked.

"I don't think he cares," I replied as I started after Tony.

I had to run to catch up to him, but once I did I began walking casually beside him. "So, you know this is a really stupid idea, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't have a better one at the moment."

"You could maybe not confront the angry men with guns." I chuckled when Tony shot me a glare. "Just a suggestion."

"I'd take that suggestion, but they are starting to piss me off. I'm getting damn tired of people trying to kill me. If they want me so bad, why not make it easier for them?"

My heart leapt into my throat. "Tony, please, don't—"

Tony stopped so suddenly, I almost passed him up. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course," I said without hesitation.

"Then trust me when I say I am not walking to my doom."

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