Page 59 of Powerful Deception

Yes, I have a chef. Just like I have a gardener and I have a housekeeper. They have been the people that helped me survive these last eight months without Angelina, I’m never getting rid of them.

I make spaghetti and meatballs while Evelyn gives me all the information of the day. Everything from which of the dancers didn’t show up at the club today to which high profile athletes did, to what some of my men got their asses into.

Evelyn not only helps me with personal shit and club stuff but also with some of the things that has to do with the famiglia.

She isn’t involved in the nitty gritty, I have men for that, but she is involved in helping keep my men in check.

If one of my capos wants to meet with me when they can’t get to Lorenzo, they call her to set up a meeting.

Speaking of Lorenzo, he’s going to the meeting with me tomorrow. I got a text from the king asking for my second in command to be a part of it.

So me and Lorenzo will be going to downtown Chicago bright and early.

As I finish up the spaghetti sauce and about to make my way upstairs to wake the kids from their naps, I hear the front door open.

A part of me thinks that it’s Arianna coming home, since I know she left a bit after me and the kids left. But it isn’t Arianna that walks into the kitchen, it’s my head bodyguard, Bruno.

“What’s up?” I ask, on high alert since he doesn’t seek me out unless it’s important.

“I just got something sent to me that I thought that you should see.” He says, his whole body saying that he means business.

I feel my jaw tick and my shoulder tightening, the knots from this morning coming back. I nod for him to come further into the kitchen and showing me whatever it is.

Bruno pulls out his phone and he hands it over to me.

As I take it, I can see Evelyn step closer, curious as to what I’m looking at.

I look at the screen and for a second, I’m confused as to why there’s a picture of Arianna getting out of a cab staring back at me. From the looks of it, the picture is from today, but why does Bruno have it?

Bruno must see my look of confusion because he clears his throat calling for my attention.

“That’s a picture of Ms. Amato getting out of a cab in Little Italy. One of our men was stationed across the train station as ordered for the other reason. He stated that Ms. Amato went into a laundromat nearby.” Bruno tells me.

“Okay, so she went to do laundry. Why does that warrant a picture?”

I know why it warrants a picture.

I know why we had a man station a block away and why it matters if Arianna went into a laundromat. I know, but I need confirmation of it before I react.

Because I will react.

“It was Roberto Gallo’s Laundromat, sir, and according to our man, she walked in and disappeared for about half an hour, before appearing once again. She didn’t walk out, she stayed in the building.”

And there was the confirmation that I needed.

I know what that laundromat is like in my sleep, and if she disappeared without being seen, I know exactly where she went.

There is one person that is always there and that is Roberto Gallo.

I know without a doubt that Arianna went to meet with him.

But why?

It’s time I have a serious conversation with my nanny and find out once and for all why she’s here.

Nobody messes with me.

Even the twenty-four-year-old with the doe eyes.

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