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Chapter 22

Angelo

Sitting across from Salvatore, we review the schedules of the fleet we currently have at sea.

“Will Renzo’s shipment still dock on time?” I ask. “Yes, I’m expecting it Tuesday before lunch.”

Salvatore is a lot like me. He’s all business and painfully private. From what I know, the man lives like a hermit.

But he’s fucking loyal and a hard worker, and it’s all that matters to me. My phone vibrates, and when I check the message, I see it’s from Tiny.

Tiny: We’re wrapping things up. Tori asked if we could swing by her old place to pick up ingredients for the cannolis she wants to make. Is that okay with you?

Giorgio is still in the hospital, but I don’t want Vittoria anywhere near her old home.

Angelo: No. She doesn’t go near her old house. Take her grocery shopping.

Tiny: Yes, boss.

Tucking my phone back into my pocket, my eyes flick to Salvatore, then I announce, “By the way, I got married.”

His eyebrows fly into his hairline. “That’s the last thing I expected to hear