I didn’t want her to go back inside the Gambino house. I wanted to tie her to my bed and keep her there forever.
But while Massimo was trying to veer us away from some of the more archaic traditions, it didn’t mean it would happen overnight, and it didn’t mean all our men agreed with it. I would cause an uproar by trying to keep another man’s daughter.
I took a deep breath. There was a right way to do this. And I wouldn’t get there by rushing into it, especially if Isa’s reputation was at risk.
I stayed where I was and watched as she disappeared inside the house.
It was still early. I drove back to my empty house, plotting how I would make this happen.
I didn’t headover to Massimo’s house until early afternoon, and I was the last one to show up.
Romeo and Matteo were already in Massimo’s office, while Giulia was hanging around with Luna in the backyard.
My three brothers turned and looked at me as soon as I entered.
I didn’t say anything as I moved to an empty spot on the couch and sat down.
No one said anything for a moment, giving me the feeling they might have been talking about me.
I shook my head and glared over at Matteo, the worst offender.
“What?” he asked.
I didn’t bother answering him. He was worse than a bored mob wife.
“Let’s just get started,” I said.
Massimo ignored my words. “Are you okay?”
I kept my expression neutral when I said, “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”
He answered right away. “Okay. Let’s get started. You sent a license plate number to Romeo to look at?”
I nodded, turning to him. “Did you find anything?”
“Yes. The car’s registered to a company.”
“What company?” I asked.
“Nova Inc.”
I blinked at the unfamiliar name. “Are there any connections? To anything? Or anyone important?”
Romeo shook his head. “I don’t know yet. I’m still looking, but from what I’ve got so far, the company appears to be pretty clean.”
“Bullshit. If it’s so clean, what the hell was it doing on Joseph Gambino’s property late at night?”
Massimo didn’t react to my words, but I knew he was surprised. We both knew nothing good could come from this if there was suddenly a secret meeting with an unknown player.
“And it wasn’t the only car there. Marco Conti and his group were there,” I continued.
“Do you think Joseph would do something so risky as to hold a secret meeting at his house? What about Valentino?—”
“Whatever Joseph is up to with his friends, Valentino isn’t involved,” I interrupted Matteo.
“Are you sure? Or do you think your friendship would blind you to that fact?” Romeo asked.
I shook my head. “I’m sure. I would put my life in his hands.”
