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Chapter Nineteen - Angelo
Sophia leaned back in her cream-colored leather seat, her stiletto boots kicking into the air.
“You couldn’t get a bigger jet?”
I stared at her.
“Kidding!” she exclaimed. “I’m totally kidding.”
“Not everyone gets your sense of humor, Soph,” Paige chided her from a facing seat.
Sophia rolled her eyes. “You mean not everyone understands genius? I think Angelo got it just fine.”
“Don’t worry,” I answered, closing up my laptop and putting it away. “Next time I’ll call the president and see if he’s using his jet that weekend.”
“Thank you,” Sophia smiled.
Next to me, Paige picked up her martini glass and plucked the olive from its contents. I tried not to stare as she sucked the gin from the fruit.
“What do you think, Angelo?” Sophia asked. “Is it worth selling?”
I ran my palm across my jaw and thought about it. “That depends on how much effort you want to put into the place. You’re pretty busy as it is.”
She shrugged. “I only have one job.”
Paige guffawed into her drink.
We all knew about Sophia’s second job. She just preferred we didn’t talk about it much.
Still, it could be hard to ignore the elephant in the room. Or, more specifically, the professional assassin.
“Plus, it’s my call which DJ gigs I take,” she went on. “It’s entirely up to me to make my own schedule in that department.AndI’m kind of liking the real estate game. It’s like playing poker, you know? Negotiating is all a mental game.”
Paige jutted her chin at her sister. “Have you ever played poker?”
Soph winked. “I’ve got lots of secrets.”
“I’m sure you do,” I replied, amused. “What are you thinking? You girls want to go back to Italy and see it yourself?”
They exchanged a glance, using that impossibly decipherable and silent twin language.
Upon finding out they had been given Paige’s deceased almost-husband’s property in Italy, the three of us took off to Italy to inspect the goods.
Moretti’s mansion had been impressive. And so were the millions that the girls got for selling it.
Funny enough, though, they still kept their little apartment and Paige still worked her regular office job. They seemed to have attachments to those things, something I just didn’t understand. It’s funny how much we can not want routine things to change.
Under my tutelage, they invested the money and began to get their hands into real estate. Mostly Sophia was the interested one. Paige didn’t seem to care much either way. She hadn’t wanted the house in Italy.
She didn’t wantanythingof Moretti’s. Which explained why she’d been more than eager to invest the money rather than spend a cent of it.
“Sell it,” Paige said, referring to Moretti’s second property, the one we had yet to deal with. “Or burn it to the ground.”
Sophia rolled her eyes. “We might as well burn money.”
I cleared my throat, sensing budding tension. “Let’s talk about it after the holidays.”
“Deal,” Paige replied, leaning into the side of her seat so that her shoulder brushed mine.
