Page 59 of The Devil Can Be Kind

I was growing increasingly weary of sitting by the pool and given the number of staff he had around the place, it wasn’t like I could make myself busy by being useful. I needed something to do with my time, regardless of whether it was conventional in our world or not.

I had even offered to volunteer at Marco’s church, which he had vehemently prohibited, and it made me question whether he had even been attending recently. They were certainly unlikely to be happy with our particulararrangement…

“I changed my mind.” Marco responded simply, his eyes coasting to me across the table.

I grimaced, “No, I am not being one of your cocaine girls.”

A half-smile pulled at his lips.

“I wasn’t thinkingthat.”He rubbed a hand absentmindedly across his jaw. “I have an opening at one of my casinos. It is an assistant general manager role.”

My mouth gaped and my fork clattered noisily to my plate.

“Wh-I amnotqualified enough for a job like that.” I tripped over the words, completely overwhelmed.

“You are organized and astute, those two things cannot be taught. The rest you will pick up through training and experience. The venue is twenty minutes from here. Your hours will be flexible, and the pay is good too. You should take it.”

There was no possible way I could agree to the offer.

“What’s the catch?” I asked, skeptical for obvious reasons. There was always a catch with the Cosa Nostra.

“There’s no catch, Ada.”

I turned it over in my mind as I finished my bite of food. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course.”

I turned my attention back to eating and speared another piece of spaghetti, popping it into my mouth.

“I hear your new car is being delivered tomorrow.” Marco offered after a few minutes.

I grinned, “I cannot wait!”

My beautiful Brabus C63 was scheduled to arrive tomorrow around lunch time, and I was damned near counting down the minutes until its arrival. I was feeling truly excited, and I couldn’t keep the happiness off my face.

“Then it was worth the $241,320 it cost me,” He drawled sarcastically.

“Woops. Guess you won’t be able to afford another hostage anytime soon then,” I mocked.

“Unfortunately,” He lamented and I giggled, my good mood making me more jovial than normal.

A smile pulled at the corner of his lips, flashing his perfect white teeth in a way that caused my heart to sputter in my chest.

“I was thinking…” I began, half to distract myself from it. “I know my Hellcat isn’t allowed in your fancy pants garage, but is there space for my Brabus?”

He chewed his food slowly, as if contemplating the question in great length. I could tell that rushing him was unlikely to get me the answer I wanted, so I focused on pushing my food about the plate rather than the fact that I wanted to tear my hair out with impatience.

“Potentially… but you’re not allowed to drive it inside. You can leave it out front and one of the others will move it.”

Well, it wasn’t a flat no. “Don’t trust me around your expensive cars?” I concluded.

“Something like that.”

I huffed but eventually agreed.

After a terrible night’ssleep and a restless morning, I decided to give up trying. I crawled out of bed and into the shower at a little after six. I straightened my hair, threw on some jeans and a loose fitted blouse, then headed downstairs in search of some coffee to help wake up.

As I approached the kitchen, Marco and Jesse’s familiar Italian filtered down the hall. I hovered outside the door a moment trying to understand what they were saying, but it was useless.

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