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“Yep. Father never told me about her. His lawyer arranged everything. All I could get from the guy was this girl is an adult and from Chicago. He wouldn’t give me a name or proof she’s one of us. I think Dom wanted to surprise us from the grave.”

I picked up the picture of me in my little league uniform and stared down at it. “I guess this will be very interesting. What time is this reading of the will?” I asked.

“One on Friday, at the secure location. I have to be very careful. They took out Dom. I could be next.”

That wasn’t a good thing to hear. “What am I supposed to tell my girlfriend?” I needed help. This was a lot of information for me to process. What would Bria think?

“Can you trust her?”

“Yes, I can. I’m tired of lying to her.”

“Tell her as much as she needs to know. You love her, right?”

“I do. You know that.”

“If she loves you back, she should accept that you have a family here in Vegas.”

“I told her I was an only child. I told her my parents were dead.”

“Tell her the truth. If she doesn’t accept it, she can be dealt with.”

“Don’t say things like that.” I warned.

“Like what? You know what I’m capable of. Remember that one bitch tried to frame you for a double murder? I took care of that for you.”

“I know. I know.” I just didn’t want to be reminded of the fact that I had something to do with taking someone’s life.

“You know I can keep a secret. I kept you a secret all these years, and I know you can keep a secret.”

“I’m going home to my family for tonight. I will be back in the morning so we can take a ride with me to the coroner that has Dom’s body. He has his findings, and it’s best to talk face to face.”

“Okay, in the morning.”

“The phones aren’t bugged as far as I know, but there is always new emerging technology, so you have to be careful.”

“What am I supposed to do with Bria while we’re out on our secret mission tomorrow?”

“You give her a credit card and she can go shopping. I’ll loan her one of my bodyguards. He can drive her to all the expensive shops.”

“I’m not sure she wants to go shopping.”

“She’s a woman. Of course she wants to shop. Tell her she needs clothes for the funeral, the burial and the celebration of life thingy.”

“I have to go to these things?”

“Yes, your presence is mandatory. Don’t you have a credit card with her name on it?”

“I do.”

“I thought so. But you haven’t given it to her yet?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“We’re always together. I can just buy her whatever she needs.”

“Give her the Black card because she’d Black.”

“Don’t say that. That’s stupid.” I scolded him.

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