Sofia
I feel like I’ve won a battle in the greater scheme of things but not the war. I still have to answer to Dominic, which isn’t ideal, but I’ll let it go for now. I’m getting the job, and I am getting into the university I want to get into.
As much as I hate to admit it, it was a stupid move to update with my exact address. I basically lit a homing beacon on my location and said, ‘please come kidnap me’.
I won’t ever tell Dominic he was right because I know he will laud that over me for all the time I’m with him, but I will do as he says and run things past him, for now.
We’ve reached a level of civility with each other that makes a living on the estate a touch less awkward and tense. We greet each other but don’t speak much. Sometimes I cook for him if he’s home for lunch, but he is seldom back for dinner, so I just put a plate for him in the oven. It’s never there in the morning so he must enjoy my cooking.
It’s Friday, so I come downstairs to make bacon and eggs for breakfast. I’m not sure if I want fried tomato or not, but I’m distracted when I walk into the kitchen to find Dominic making pancakes.
“What’s this?” I ask curiously, pausing at the door.
Dominic glances at me. “I felt like pancakes.”
“I didn’t know you could cook,” I comment, sitting at the island where everything we could possibly put on pancakes is already set out.
He chuckles. “Who do you think fed me when I lived alone.”
“Honestly, your mom,” I smile. “Isn’t that generally how that works? Mom’s make sure the family is fed.”
He shrugs. “Sometimes I would go to my parents for dinner, but that’s for specific nostalgic meals that I want.”
He brings over two plates of pancakes, setting one in front of me and one next to me. “Dig in. I’ll pour the coffee.”
I’m not sure why he’s being so polite. I don’t trust it. He must have bad news for me, but my stomach rumbles, and I reach for the syrup, pouring on a thick layer over my pancakes.
He sits down, sets a coffee mug in front of me, and puts one by his plate, filled with a creamy cappuccino.
“Okay, what’s wrong? Why are you spoiling me?” I ask, looking at him thoughtfully.
“Relax,” he says with a cheeky grin, “I’m not spoiling you. I wanted something, and I just made some for you too. Enjoy it.”
I side-eye him but start to eat. These are the fluffiest pancakes I’ve ever eaten. They are divine. I moan softly as I take another bite, stuffing my face.
He chuckles. “Don’t choke, Princess. I don’t know CPR.”
I nod, grinning at him. I swallow. “These are the best pancakes I’ve ever had.”
“Thank you. It’s my sister’s recipe.” He starts to eat, and a comfortable silence falls upon us.
“Dominic,” I say, “Can I ask you something without you just saying no off the bat?”
He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t look at me. “What do you want?”
I fiddle with my fork. “I want a car to drive myself to work.”
He sighs, and I quickly say, “Please, don’t just shoot it down.”
“From a security point of view, it isn’t viable right now,” he looks at me, “But I promise as soon as it is, I’ll let you buy whatever car you want.”
“What if I learned to drive defensively?” I say quickly. “So I can get myself out of situations.”
“Come on, Princess, just use my guards and drivers for now, and I promise, I’ll get you a car as soon as Jose is overthrown. It’ll be a celebratory gift.” He gives me a small smile, and I nod.
“Fine,” I say quietly, going back to my food.
After I’ve eaten, I load the dishwasher with all the dishes and put it on, before going to curl up in the living room to watch a movie. Dominic walks in shortly after I sit down. “Get dressed in something comfy and sneakers.”
“Where are we going?” I ask curiously.
“It’s a surprise, nowhere fancy. Just get dressed in a tracksuit and sneakers.”
I get up and do as I’m told, coming back down quickly.
Dominic leads me to the car, and I get in. We drive for what feels like forever until we come to a national park. Dominic pulls over and climbs out of the car.
“Am I getting murdered?” I ask as he opens my door.
“Jump into the driver’s seat,” he says. I climb over the middle console and into the driver’s seat. He’s taller than me, so my legs just miss the pedals.
“Adjust the seat and buckle up,” he says, putting on his own seatbelt.
“What are we doing?” I ask, but I’m already kind of excited.
“We’re going to drive fast,” he says. “So we can get that out of your system.”
I grin at him. “Okay!” I put the car into drive and slowly push the gas pedal, so we crawl forward.
“Give it gas. We’re in the middle of the park. No one’s going to arrest you,” he chuckles.
I nod and give the car some more gas, speeding up. Soon the scenery is flying past me, and Dominic is telling me how and when to brake to take corners so we don’t roll the car. My blood is pumping, and my heart is beating so hard I think I can hear it outside my chest. I’m sure Dominic can.
Only when the tank gets to a quarter does Dominic say, “Okay, we need to turn around and go back now. Do you want to drive home?” “Yes,” I say a little too excitedly.
“Go on then,” he says, resting back. “But keep to the speed limit now. You haven’t got your license and don’t want to get caught.”
I drive us back through the park. “You know, I think I am a pretty good driver,” I say, picking up speed again. “I don’t think we have anything to worry about… Squirrel!” I shriek and slam on the brakes, and we both get caught by our safety belts as the gray fluffball runs across the road.
I wait, knowing Dominic will completely lose his shit with me for being spooked by a damn squirrel.
A moment passes, and Dominic starts to laugh. I’ve heard his chuckle before, but his laugh is something surreal. It’s a hearty, full-belly laugh, and he slaps his knee. “Oh, Lord. You should have seen your face,
Princess. This happened to Arianna once. She totally had the same look.”
I blush crimson. “Maybe you should drive home.”
He sighs. “Ah, maybe. Just for the future, if there’s wildlife on the road, just drive straight. Don’t swerve because they’ll move out the way, and you’ll probably hit them anyway.”
I nod and climb back into the passenger seat as he walks around the corner. “Shoo, that was seriously funny. I’m going to have to tell Arianna it’s a woman thing, to be afraid to drive over squirrels.”
“Hey,” I pout. “Squirrels are adorable and shouldn’t die just because people can’t drive.”
He chuckles. “Yup, Arianna said something along those lines too. Come on, Princess, let’s get you home.”
Dominic
I won’t lie. It was fun driving around aimlessly through the park with Sofia. Her happiness got under my skin and made me happy as well. She has an infectious laugh, and I feel like I want to make her that happy every day.
And that’s how I know I have a problem.
Maybe Alessandro is right, and I should step away from my position in the family until I can get my emotions under control because I can’t stop thinking about her.
As I walk through New York City, going from one business to the next, checking how things are going, my mind is constantly pulled back to her smile.
I enter La Club and head to the office. Carmine is there with Arianna and Katya. “Afternoon,” I say.
“Dominic,” Katya says.
“Hello, brother,” Arianna says with a naughty grin. “How are you?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m fine, Ari. How are you?”
“I’m fine. How’s Sofia?”
Katya glances at me, and I try to keep my face expressionless. “If you want to know, why don’t you call her? She has a cellphone now.”
“I think I will,” my sister says before Katya nudges her. “Can we get this finished?”
I nod to Carmine, who nods back to me, and I sit down. “So, what’s the problem?”
“One of the bartenders is skimming off the top. We think they might also go to the police if we threaten them,” Katya says. “So we need to skip threatening them and politely remove them from the equation.”
“Do we have concrete proof this is what’s happening?” I ask, and the three of them stare at me.
Katya is the first to speak, “Since when do you care if there’s a concrete proof?”
I shake my head. “I’m just curious.”
“Since when are you curious?” Arianna asks, narrowing her eyes.
I clear my throat. “Forget I mentioned anything.”
“His name is Ricardo,” Katya says. “Frankie hired him last year, but the bouncers say he’s been acting sketchy lately and talking to other bartenders about ratting us out to the cops.”
“Carmine can handle Ricardo,” I say. “I’ll get ahead of the situation and meet with our detectives downtown.”
“Have you got any other stops after this, or will you go straight there?” Katya asks.
“Straight there,” I answer. “Wait, why is Arianna even here? Since when does Alessandro allow her to be involved.”
“She has excellent business sense and is just looking after a few things while Frankie is on the run,” Katya says. “Nothing sketchy, just the business side.”
I nod. I don’t like my baby sister being involved in family business, but I know I can’t overrule Alessandro.
Katya gives me another strange look before she stands. “I have to get back home. I have a lot to sort out. Call me if there are any complications.”
I nod and take out my phone. “Carmine, sort out this Ricardo. Make sure he leaves New York and knows he’s a dead man if he comes back.” I search through my phone book and dial Detective Everett.
“Everett,” he answers.
“We need to talk,” I say. “Can we meet at the bistro on Sixth Street?”
“I can be there in an hour,” he says. “Alone.”
I smile. “I’ll meet you there.”
I look at Arianna. “I’m going to walk a couple of blocks to Sixth Street, maybe pick up some stuff for dinner. If you want to check on Sofia and give her something to do, you can.”
Arianna rolls her eyes. “I’m going to visit her because I like her and think she’s good for you, not because I’m acting as a babysitter on your behalf.”
“Love you too.” I lean down and kiss her head. She swats me away, and I leave, humming to myself as I walk.
It’s four blocks until I get to the butchery, but I’m in no rush. Maybe I’ll pick out something for my friend the detective as well while I’m there. Once I cross to the second block, I have this feeling like I’m being watched or followed, so I stop at a window and casually glance back. I see two Latino-looking men stop at a store across the road.
I need to get into the next alley, draw my gun and take them down before they get to me.
I start strolling again, secure in the knowledge that they are following me. At the first alleyway I find, I turn into it, walk about a yard and turn to face them. My hand is on my gun when they turn into the alleyway, grinning.
I’m about to crack a wise-ass comment when someone hits me in the head from behind. I try to get to my gun, but someone kicks me in the ribs. I grunt, and someone holds my arms back, takes my gun, and hits me across the face with it.
I blearily look up at the two men who followed me and the bigger one leans down. “Tell Alessandro this is a warning. If he doesn’t back off, then next time you die, friend, and then he does and all his family.”
He hits me across the face again. They drop me and start kicking the shit out of me, and everything goes black.
All I feel is pain as I slowly open my eyes, everything is so bright, and my head is throbbing.
“Try not to move.” I recognize Alessandro’s voice immediately.
I try to open my mouth but instead, I just groan.
“Slowly,” Alessandro says. “Here’s some water.”
I feel a straw touch my lips and open my mouth slowly, locking around the straw and taking a tentative sip. I open my eyes again and look at him. “What happened?”
“You got fucked up good, and someone called an ambulance for you. I assume it was Catalan men.” Alessandro sits on the side of my bed.
“They’ll pay for this.”
I frown, remembering the men who jumped me. “They said they’re coming for the family. For you and Katya and our family. We need to up security.” I try to sit up, and he holds me down gently.
“Yes, I’ve already increased security. Relax, there are also two guards outside your room, so you’re safe,” he sighs. “I don’t know if this war is a good idea, but if we back down now, we will look like cowards.”
I shake my head which hurts like hell. “I don’t think this war is a bad idea. I think it was inevitable. Catalan just wanted an excuse to take over New York.”
Alessandro sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “You’ll be discharged tomorrow. Your nose is broken, but otherwise, you’re mostly bruised. Oh, wait, you do have two cracked ribs.”
I sigh, which also hurts, and I smile. “Nothing I haven’t felt before.”
“Rest,” Alessandro says, “I’ll have some men pick you up tomorrow and take you back to the estate. Sofia should be fine without you for one night.”
I grimace at the sound of her name, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“If you want to make a move, I need to know,” he says quietly. “I won’t begrudge you a relationship, Dominic, not after everything you’ve done for the family.”
“She’s a pain in the ass,” I comment, trying to deflect the heartfelt comment by my brother.
Alessandro grins. “Perfect for you then. I don’t know a bigger pain in the ass than you.” He gets up. “Sleep, I mean it. We have work to do.” He leaves, and I settle back down, thinking about Sofia.