Page 32 of Inherting the Mafia

"You have two, a smaller one for personal use and a larger one that is more for family use and social functions."

My eye twitched. "I'm not sure I understand the difference."

A yacht was a yacht, wasn't it?

"Your personal yacht fits about fifteen people. The bigger yacht can fit over a hundred."

"Got it."

Maybe.

"Don D'Angelo used the smaller yacht for when he just wanted to get away. He used the bigger one for family or when he wanted to hold some sort of social event out on the water."

That made a little more sense.

"And where is this bigger yacht?" I asked. "Is it moored at the marina, too?"

"No, it's basically in boat storage at the moment. Since Don D'Angelo didn't tend to use if very often, it made more sense to store it. If you ever want to use it, just let me know. It'll take at least a day to get it ready."

"Never been on a boat."

Vito's eyebrows lifted. "Never?"

I shrugged. "While New York City is basically an island, I never had the chance to go out on the water surrounding it."

Besides having no time due to all the jobs I was working, I couldn't think of a single yacht club that would let me in. My only other option was to go down by the docks, and I liked breathing, thank you very much. Cement shoes were not a good look on me.

Vito patted my shoulder. "Once you get settled, I'll take you out on your personal yacht for a couple of days. We can go visit Naples or something."

"Oh, can we go see the Coliseum?"

I'd always wanted to visit that historic sight.

"That's in Rome."

I frowned, somewhat insulted. Just because I was from New York didn't mean I was an idiot. "I know that."

"Then by all means, if you want to see the Coliseum, we'll plan a trip to Rome." Tony smiled at me. "We can plan a trip to wherever you want to go, but we need to get you settled first and brought up to speed on running the organization."

"Hey, Boss?" Boris called out. "I think we're being followed."

I twisted around in my seat so I could see out the back window. They were tinted and it was nighttime, but I could still see headlights quickly approaching.

"Could it just be someone else on the road?" I asked.

It was a highway after all.

"I've been watching them for awhile," Boris replied. "They left the airport the same time we did. I didn't think anything of it at first, but I've changed lanes several times and they've always done the same, never coming closer than two cars lengths and never falling back."

"Try and lose them," Vito said. "Take a different road if you have to."

I grunted when I was suddenly thrown back in my seat as the car accelerated. I wanted to close my eyes, but I was too terrified of how fast we were going.

Boris was driving like a maniac, weaving in and out of traffic at a rate of speed that should never be taken on any road, let alone one that had winding curves like this one.

I grabbed onto my seatbelt to keep from being thrown around the back of the car. I didn't care if the damn seatbelt was buckled and supposed to do that for me.

I didn't want to die.

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