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I was familiar with this restaurant because it was a place close to the firm. We took a lot of our clients here for lunch and the occasion dinner.

I ordered a chopped salad with a strawberry lemonade. Mr. Zio ordered some pasta meal with a fancy made-up name because eating pasta and being Italian, eating pasta in public didn’t seem to bother him.

Chapter Eleven

LABRIA

We both waited for the server to scurry away from the table. We were talking about classified BMF secrets instead of property law business. I had to admit I was nosy and enjoyed this conversation far better than estate planning.

Zio raked his goatee with his fingertips as he leered across the table at me. I met Maurizio’s smirk with a smirk of my own. “Labria, Labria, Labria. Are you this feisty when you’re drinking alcohol?”

Fuck it! I rolled my eyes.“Note to self: never get drunk around Maurizio.”

My words caused a chuckle to come from his mouth. “You are as funny as you are beautiful.”

“Are you supposed to be flirting with the underbosses girlfriend?”

“Probably not, but you aren’t his wife, fiancé or baby mama. So, Labria,la bella, I’m going to take my chances. What is a man with a chance?”

Did he really just say baby mama?“So, you’re not going to answer my question?”

“What question was that? You make it hard for me to think.”

“After the funeral, who hired those men that shot at us?”

“You really want to know?” He teased.

“Yes.”

“I’m sure the person’s name would mean nothing to you.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to know it.” I raised an eyebrow because I wasn’t trying to go back and forth with this man.

“Fair enough. I will tell you anything you want to know.”

“But will you be honest when you’re telling me?” I thought this was a legit question.

“I will be honest with you. A man named Tom Ignacio ordered the hit.”

“I never heard of him.” I frowned, thinking about the name that wasn’t familiar to me.

“Labria, I’m sure you know, all things BMF, stay in the family. Have you already had this talk?” Zio warned me with his alluring eyes that were too inviting to be ominous.

“I’m a lawyer, so I can’t repeat the things you tell me. You’re a client of the firm. Everything you say to me has attorney client privilege even if it’s not about real estate, financial assets or contracts.”

“You’re also a part of this Bregoli family now. You’re in it.”

But did I want to be in this murderous family? “Thanks for telling me his name. I have another question.”

“Ask.”

“Did the same man that put a hit out on Nicco kill that security guard back in Chicago? The explosion?”

“That’s what we suspect.”

“Oh.” I tried to hold on to a pleasant facial expression, but I thought I was failing.

“You don’t have to fear him, this Tom guy. You’re a protected person.”

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