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He's My Prince: A Bad Boy Sweet Romance (The Rossi Family Rebels Book 2) by [Bonnie R. Paulson]

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The low moon with a red ring was a bad omen. I glared at the night sky. My nonnina always crossed herself when there was a red presence in the sky. She'd said it was a promise of things to come that one didn't want. Then she would smack her husband, my grandfather, on the hand and tell him he couldn't have the cannolis cooling on the racks.
I glanced around the alley. Normally, I wasn't the one dropping the money off. With the extra watchmen out for the Bianchis and their troublemaking and always a second eye watching the Capones, there was a need for everyone to step up and do more.
A breeze blowing in off the sound carried the aromas of Seattle, pungent with the salt of the sea.
Tapping on the metal door, I continuously scanned the shadows of the alley. It wouldn't be the first time I was spied on, if anyone were out there. It wouldn't be the first time I had to defend myself. If I were arrested, I wouldn't be amused, although I also wouldn't be surprised.
Creaking open, the over-sized metal door revealed an older man with silvery blond hair dressed in a suit that could have come from the highest designer in New York. The man narrowed his eyes and held his lips tight in a line.
"There's a monsignor in the moon tonight." The code phrase changed sporadically and the newest term had been texted to me about five minutes before I knocked.
The man's wariness didn't fade as he held out an envelope that bulged on the sides. I furrowed my brow and did the same. My envelope was full of money, but I wasn't supposed to be picking anything up, just dropping off the Rossi donation to the new company we were trying to line up a partnership with.
"Yesterday's tomorrow is looking grim." The blond man delivered another code for that was all and time to get out of there.
They traded their packages and I held the envelope down by my side as I turned and loped away. I wouldn't put it in the pocket of my inner jacket until I was safely inside my vehicle. Holding it where I had it would give me the chance to ditch it if anyone gave chase after me. I could always come back and get it. A little trick my father had taught me a few years back.
My leather Italian loafers designed by a cousin scratched over the gravel on the asphalt of the alley. I had parked around the corner in front of a fish place I wanted to try some time.
As soon as I stepped onto the street where my car was parked, there was a shift in the air. Whatever aura had hidden in the alley was gone as I rejoined the rush of downtown Seattle with cars zooming past and people walking here and there. Pike Place Market captivated many tourists and transient crowds which left the inner workings of that part of the city perfect for doing private business.
Just over the ridge of buildings, the Seattle Space Needle climbed into the sky as if defying the portent of warnings in the moon.
A quick peek at my titanium watch confirmed that evening wouldn't be the one to try the fish at the restaurant. I climbed into my black and silver two-tone Maserati and started the engine.
As I pulled away from the curb, I finally let myself consider what the exchange suggested. I hadn't been aware of any need to pick up a package. Normally, my father, The Rossi, kept me apprised of any exchanges or buyouts, but this one felt different. With such a young relationship with the Thompson Corporation, I was understandably leery of any steps the Thompsons took toward the Rossi family.
My sister's recent relationship to a Rossi family rival, Leonardo Capone, left me unsure just what direction the Rossi family itself should be going. My future was wrapped up in the Rossis. For now, I was the underboss while my father was the dom. As soon as Giovanni relinquished his hold on the empire, I would step into position and take over.
If The Rossi changed the direction of the Rossi family holdings and businesses, I needed to know about it. The momentum of success would need to be carried over and that would be impossible if the impetus of the business slowed or altered in any way.
Reaching out, I pressed the call button on the car's dashboard. "Call The Rossi." I spoke in a normal tone as the Bluetooth capabilities of the car connected to the phone and I could talk to the system as if the phone were a person sitting right beside me.
The ringing of the other line filled the car and I turned onto Yester Way to get out from under the weight of the city.
When my father answered, he didn't speak, just waited for me to state why I called so late.
"I completed the drop but got an exchange. It hasn't been opened. Did you want me to bring it by tonight or just deliver it in the morning?" I casually rested my fingers on the leather steering wheel, comfortable driving the fast car.
"You're going to take it to the wharf tomorrow. Meet at eleven and you'll speak with a woman named Sofia." My father's gruff voice never failed to mesmerize me. No matter how much I wanted to take over the Rossi family leadership role, I couldn't help but defer to my father. The man had captured so much of my respect while doing nefarious things. I never understood it, but I'd fallen hook, line, and sinker for the responsibilities of the Rossi family.
I would never be able to get out from underneath its clutches.
"The wharf. Got it." I went where The Rossi wanted and when. I wasn't sure what I would be doing, but I had no doubt my father would give me instructions.
"You listen to me, Angelo. This Sofia is dangerous. She's beautiful and from what I understand she controls the men in the company. You are to stay away from her in any other context than professional. Are we clear? I don't need your sloppy mistakes ruining this business deal." The Rossi didn't smooth his comments to make a point. He just said what was needed, completely understanding that what he said would go.
I had some of that power, but I wouldn't have it all until my father gave up his seat at the head of the family. Something that wouldn't happen for a long time.
Swallowing, I nodded. I'd been warned away from a woman once before by my father and, at the time, I had refused to listen. That had cost me more than I'd been willing to give up and all for a piece of tail. I wouldn't be doing it again. "Yes, sir."
"Angelo, I want your word. I've heard more about this woman's ability to wrap men around her finger than I've heard of the Giovanni Italian restaurant's famous lasagna. This deal cannot go south, do we understand each other?" The Rossi had already explained the importance of the deal with the Thompson Corporation he'd been working on for almost six months. The doubled-up warning left a raw sensation in my mouth.
"Of course, Father. I won't mix business with pleasure on this deal. Nothing will mess it up." The last time I'd made a mistake and placed my trust in the wrong person, she'd screwed us all over and turned things over to the Bianchis, giving them all the information, leaving me embarrassed and lovesick.
She'd never even cared about me. Trust was an ugly thing to destroy and she'd devastated me enough to destroy my trust in any woman but my mother again. "Don't worry. I don't trust women anymore. They all lie and cheat." I clenched my jaw at the painful truth.
The Rossi chuckled, the throaty sound filling the car. "We'll see, Angelo. I know a few good Italian women who have been raised the right way that you might find would make lovely wives. You need someone docile and ready to take care of your home. Just say and I'll set you up with a few of them. There are a lot of mothers who would love to have you take their daughter to wife."
I rolled my eyes. "Thank you, sir, but I'm still going to have to decline your offer. Maybe sometime next year." I'd never accept my father's offer to arrange a marriage. I didn't want a docile wife or a boring woman to come home to.

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  • Publisher : Captiva Publishing, LLC (April 15, 2019)
  • Publication Date : April 15, 2019
  • Language: : English
  • ASIN : B07NJ3QXF2
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