Page 98 of Luciano

“I ordered breakfast. Vito, you should join us.”

I paused.

Even he paused.

But she smiled politely and, without waiting for an answer, turned and walked down the stairs.

He looked at me sideways. “She’s being… agreeable.”

I said nothing.

Because I wastrying to figure it out what was going on.

Downstairs, we sat at the table she’d arranged. Pancakes, eggs, fruit, coffee—enough for everyone, even the guards. She invited them to eat. And they did, awkward and unsure, clearly waiting for someone to correct them.

No one did.

My father watched her. So did I.

After breakfast, I followed her upstairs.

“What was that?” I asked, eyes on her as she changed into a pair of jeans.

She looked over her shoulder. “Breakfast?”

“With him. With his men.”

“We talked,” she said, pulling a shirt over her head. “Your father and I have an understanding now.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of understanding?”

“The kind that keeps the peace. I didn’t forgive him for anything. But I’m not trying to start a war either.”

I didn’t like it. Couldn’t say why. But it stirred something in me I didn’t trust.

“Why are you getting dressed?”

“Aria called. She wants to go shopping.”

I went still. “Shopping?”

“She has a list. Baby stuff. I said I’d go.” She moved past me toward her purse.

“I don’t like it.”

“You don’t like anything.”

She was smiling when she said it, but the way she avoided my eyes didn’t sit right.

“You said things were safe for now,” she added. “This is just two wives of the mob doing something normal for once.”

I hated that sentence.

Normal didn’t exist for people like us.

Still, I nodded once. “Fine.”

But it wasn’t fine.

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