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“Now why would he do that? He has no allegiance to theCammora.”

“Angelo.” Dominic answered. “He hates the fucker. Doesn’t want to work under his command. There is a long standing feud between the men over his woman Maria. We have her and Fish will do anything to get her back.” Dominic’s grin was half sneer, half humor.

Giovanni sat forward. He clasped his hands together on top of his desk. It always came down to pussy for men. Pussy and greed was every man’s Achilles’ heel. That’s why he fucked nameless faceless women. Except for her. Now he too had a weakness. He’d welcomed a woman into his home and bed that he’d barely known a week.

“Boss?”

“Sounds like we can use him.” Giovanni answered.

“If it’s going to be war boss, we need an inside man,” Dominic said. “Whether Lo did the crime, we both know what Fish has seen others have as well. It won’t take long before Angelo and the Calderone’s drag us into this shit.”

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Mira sat on the bed waiting for Catalina to come out of the bathroom in the wedding dress. She soon became distracted with the way Fabiana lingered near the window. She figured she was holding her tongue for what she was about to do, but honestly a wedding a week away left her no real choice.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Fabiana asked.

“You don’t want me to fix this dress?”

Fabiana smiled. “Oh no, it’s not that. We can do something with it. The girl has a wedding in a week.”

“How was your day with Lorenzo?”

Fabiana’s smile wasn’t as bright as it was before. Still she was lovelier when she let her inner charm come forth. “We went horseback riding, had sex, went to lunch at this little pizza spot in Napoli, had sex again at an apartment he has there, went for gelato and came here for more sex.”

“Sounds like fun.”

Fabiana shrugged. Catalina walked out of the bathroom with the woman from earlier following closely. Both Fabiana and Mira looked at the dress that was definitely a size too big and sloppily cut. The short puffy sleeves and too wide of a waistline was too low for her tiny frame. The front of the dress was raised too high and the train fell awkwardly behind. The entire dress had woven white beading on top of heavy satin material that would make re-cutting the fabric a nightmare. All in all Mira got a headache from one look at the monstrosity.

Mira sucked in her breath and then cleared her throat, “Donatella Versace sent this over for you?” she asked in complete disbelief.

The lady next to Catalina flashed Mira an irritated smile, “It was from her private line, not her brother’s. She’s starting to do more designing for him.” Catalina nodded.

“Her private line of shit,” Fabiana said aghast at the way the dress looked.

Catalina burst into tears again. “Oh sweetie, I’m so sorry. I run my mouth sometimes. Forgive me.”

Mira walked over to her. “We can make this into the dress of your dreams please don’t cry.”

The woman started speaking to Catalina in Italian to soothe her, and Mira wondered who she was. Catalina saw the curious look on her face and explained.

“Forgive me. Fabiana and Mira this isSignora ClaramyMasciata.”

Mira glanced to her friend for translation.

“She’s her matchmaker.”

“Matchmaker?” Mira looked at the woman and then Catalina. The young girl was in an arranged marriage? Really? Mira extended her hand. “Nice to meet you Clara.”

“She’s also my wedding planner. You know the one that makes sure the wedding follows our traditions.”

Fabiana extended her hand and greeted Clara as well. “Nice to meet you.”

Mira addressed Fabiana. “Can you go get my kit that you packed away with your things? It’s obvious that we’ll need to go to our office tomorrow and get some fabric and other things I need.”

Fabiana nodded and walked out. Catalina let go a sigh of relief, “Thank you so much Mira. I really appreciate this.”

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