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“I’m Nicco Bregoli. I could be your brother. Chances are, I’m probably your brother. You are here to take a DNA test to see if our father is your father. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“What do you know about your biological father?”

“I know he’s White.” Alexis frowned, like being Caucasian was the plague.

“Do you know his name?” Nicco asked.

Alexis shrugged. “I don’t know. My mother never told me. The topic was off limits. She wouldn’t give me a name. I overheard my aunt mention a man named Dominic.”

“Huh, Dominicco.”

“Maybe.” She shrugged again.

“What does your mother do for a living?” Nicco asked.

“She’s a registered nurse at the University of Chicago.”

Nicco leaned forward. “After this meeting, I have someone here that can test you. If I were to guess, I would say you are related to us.”

“Without proof, you can’t say that for sure?” Frankie said.

Cenzo turned to regard Frankie with a menacing glare. “If her mother looks anything like she does, the possibility she’s our sister is high.”

“Plus, when have you ever known our father to get something wrong? She was named in his will for a reason.” Nicco used some common sense.

“Shit, he’s right.” Valentina concluded. “Alexis, how old are you?”

“I’m twenty-one.”

“Her mother is a nurse at a hospital in Chicago.” Nicco explained. “Dom was shot about twenty or so years ago while he was in Chicago. Her mother could be the nurse that took care of him. We all were too young to know what was going on at that time.”

“Yes, but we all heard the story. I remember father was shoot and stayed in Chicago to recover.” Valentina recalled.

I didn’t know anything about this. Nicco never mentioned that Dom had been shot. Now I wondered who did it and if they were the same person that poisoned him?

Nicco did most of the talking. Someone did escort Alexis out of the room to swab her mouth. After Pellegrino informed us of our newfound wealth, we all had informal conversations. Nicco introduced me to my half siblings, and they all seemed to revere me. He talked me up, and I wasn’t sure why. I would be gone soon, and none of it seemed to matter. Apparently, there were enough riches to go around in the Bregoli clan and no one seemed to care that I got a piece of it.

It was obvious Nicco was in charge. They gave him the utmost respect and I couldn’t understand why he felt like he couldn’t trust them. I pretended to be interested in these strangers, but I wasn’t one of them. Sitting here in a conference room with them didn’t change that. Their welcoming smiles didn’t change that. I’d never had a family, and I was more than happy to keep it that way. The only one that I felt a connection with was Alexis. I had no doubt that she was Dom’s daughter. She was like me. She had no connection with that man, either.

Chapter Eleven

NICCO

Everything was going according to plan. My father’s money would be transferred to all his beneficiaries. Alexis Jackson was proven to be the daughter of Dom Bregoli. Her DNA results were expedited, and we received word two days later. Her face, when she found out she was receiving one million dollars, was priceless. I didn’t have any reason to dislike the girl. I let her stay in a room at the Palladium and I made arrangements to fly her mother and sister to Vegas. They should arrive tonight.

Valentina kept in constant contact with Alexis, and that was a good thing. My sister didn’t have any girl children, and this could be why she was so fond of Alexis from the beginning. Or it could be Alexis is the same age as Valentina’s twin sister when she died. I could only speculate, but I appreciated Valentina taking the young girl off my hands.

I had things to do and I could tell Lord was getting restless. After watching all the surveillance tapes from my father’s house, I knew there was only one person that visited him before he died.

Dom liked whores. I wasn’t going to judge him because I had my fair share of paid escorts, but there was something fake about them. I understood they provided a service for money, but most of them lacked emotion. They were paid robots. It didn’t matter if you paid fifty dollars or five thousand dollars for their services. It just wasn’t as good as really seducing and fucking some broad off the street.

My father had a regular escort he saw, and she was the one on the camera. She was in her forties, which was pretty old for a whore, but I was fucking my fifty-four-year-old housekeeper and former nanny. The escorts name was Carla. She was blonde and average looking. I called her agency and made an appointment for her services. I knew the owner, and we had an agreement. I paid a little extra because I was sure Carla would be out of hoeing after I was done with her.

The agency madame sent her right over to the Palladium. I had questions for the bitch. She had an access code for the private elevator and instructions to go to room 2112. When I received a text from Cenzo, I knew it was time for me to come to the room and start my interrogation.

I had to pry Lord away from his girlfriend so he could join me. We took the elevator to the twenty-first floor. All the camera footage of Carla entering the hotel would be gone very soon. There would be no trace that she ever entered my hotel.

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