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Two and a Half Years Later
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Tony“You’re supposed to stop the Q-Tip when you feel resistance, jackass,” I say into the phone. “When I say Tuesday, I mean fucking Tuesday, not next Thursday.”“Sorry, Mr. Bellini,” the importer on the other end of the line mutters. “I guess I heard you wrong. But I can’t—”“Can’t,” I repeat. “Last guy who used the word ‘can’t’ with me didn’t live long enough to regret it. So, my cars? On Tuesday?”“Tuesday, Mr. Bellini,” he says.I hang up and stretch. We gotta get a new space. I’ve been working on this basement underneath Lou’s Deli for the past two fucking years, and it still looks like a deli basement. Sure, the meat hooks give it a certain menacing energy, but the smell of cold cuts takes that right out. And I can hear Lou’s kid’s punk music through the part directly under their house sometimes, no matter how much soundproofing I put up. I shut my laptop.It’s seven, so I should be getting home. Federica—Freddie, she says—will be waiting for me to start dinner. Honest to God,
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Beginning of Book 4TonyThe cold glass touches my lips as I sip from my whiskey, my eyes watching Estella over the rim. She’s dancing in front of a group of fucking loud guys who came here for a bachelor party. I’m in my usual booth at Aphrodite’s Lounge, and even though she’s a hell of a dancer, I can’t seem to keep my focus on her for more than a few seconds tonight.This is a clear sign that I’m losing interest in her, no matter how hot and good at sex she is. In all honesty, I’m getting bored of her. And it’s not like I should feel guilty about it since I know she only likes my money anyway—like all of them do. But as much as I like to have women keeping me company every once in a while–especially when I need to blow off some steam–Estella is not managing to entertain me any longer.I rub my temples, trying to make this fucking headache that’s been gwaning on me for the past three days go away. Estella’s gaze finds mine from across the club, and I fight the urge to look away. I
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ChloeMemories of the past couple of years pass before my eyes as I stare into my now empty bedroom in our family home in Miami. When Dad decided to move out of New York and come here, I was upset to leave my old life behind, but the idea of starting anew, of getting away from all that craziness was somewhat exciting.Turns out so much has happened ever since that I still can’t decide if this was indeed a good idea or not. So much has changed. And now Dad is no longer here to protect us. To tell us what to do. To comfort me with words of wisdom and experience whenever I need to hear them.He’s gone. In a blink of an eye. One day he was here, and the next… pfft, gone.All that was left are the memories we created together.And some of them will remain behind as soon as we walk out the door and get back to New York."Chloe, sweetheart?" Mom’s sweet voice calls me from the door. I look over my shoulders, my eyes blurry with unshed tears. "Come on, baby. The car is waiting outside," sh
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TonyIt’s a very cloudy day in New York this morning, suitable for a funeral. It’s as if God knows people are mourning the loss of a beloved member of their family. I'm not particularly grieving, but I can't help but feel sad. I know the reason behind it, but I choose to think it has everything to do with the fact that Carlo was one of us–and not because of his daughter.I park my car in front of the church and brace myself for what's to come. It's been a few days since I heard about his death, so it’s understandable why there are so many people here. Everyone had enough time to fly over to New York–the ones who don't live here at least.The church is surrounded by a crowd in black, chattering and waiting for the service to start. I take a deep breath and step out of my SUV, heading inside the church. I blend into a sea of black suits and crying women, greeting everyone I know on my way. I'm not surprised to see Carlo had a lot of friends in his life. Dante told me once that his fath
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ChloeI thought I'd be strong enough to endure the funeral until the end, but I was wrong. I feel emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and also so damn confused after seeing Tony, even from afar. For a moment, I thought he was coming to greet me, to talk to me, but he never did.Which was a good thing. I don't know if I am ready to face him yet. I don't know if I'll ever be.Talking to everyone I haven't seen in a long time was also a bit stressful, with them offering their condolences, asking me how I have been, and trying to keep me updated on their lives. Halfway through it, I couldn't take it anymore, so I simply left to get some fresh air, and ended up walking home without even realizing it.My childhood home, a big brick house in a residential neighborhood in Staten Island, comes into view as I turn the corner, my heels echoing on the pavement beneath me. It looks the same as I remember it being when I was here the last time, always neat and well kept. My mother always ha
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