Gian (Trassato Crime Family #1)(26)

“Come in,” I said, looking at anything other than the beautiful woman sitting on my childhood bed.

Carmela cracked open the door. “I wanted to check on Evie. How are you feeling?”

“Better. Thanks for asking.” Evie stretched out her legs and crossed her ankles. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t eat much today, and I’ve been training really hard. I’m so embarrassed. Your family probably thinks I’m crazy.”

“Pregnant, not crazy.” Carmela laughed. “You don’t have anything you want to tell me, do you?”

“Oh my God, no.” Evie waved her hands in the air. “Please tell me you don’t believe that.”

Carmela’s lips thinned. “I don’t think you’re pregnant, but I do think you two are hiding something.”

“Carmela, don’t start with that again,” I warned.

Carmela held up her hand. “I have no intention of getting into that right now. I know neither of you will tell me anything. And besides, Dominick is waiting for you. He wants to talk to you before he takes off.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I nodded. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

I exited the room without looking back.

When I got downstairs, I said, “Hey, Dominick. What’s going on?” I patted him on the shoulder with one hand and shook his hand with the other.

“I have some stuff to take care of. I trust everything is okay with your girl?”

I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Yeah. I think she was a little overwhelmed.”

“She seems like a nice girl. But let’s be frank here: she’s not one of us. She’ll never be one of us. If today showed us anything, it’s that she’ll never fit in. She’ll be a liability from today until the day she dies.”

I forced my face to remain a blank mask despite the anger surging through me. Losing my temper or lashing out at Dominick wouldn’t help Evie or me. “When have I ever done anything to jeopardize the family or you? I wouldn’t bring someone into this family who I didn’t trust. Who I didn’t think would be an asset.”

“I know, I know, but have you thought this through? From what I heard, she wants to be an actress on Broadway. With any luck, she’ll reach some level of notoriety. Then you know what happens?” He lifted his hands, his ruby ring glinting off the overhead light of the chandelier. “People will start looking at you. That will inevitability lead people back to the family and me. I know you don’t want that, and I sure as hell don’t need any light shining on us. We’re finally gaining some ground now that the FBI and those jackoffs at the Department of Homeland Security are focused on terrorism instead of us.”

Staring at the floor, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “What are you saying? You want me to end the engagement?”

“Gianluca, I promoted you because you have a knack for making difficult decisions, not because your dad wanted it. You’ll figure out what to do.” He squeezed my shoulder. “I heard she’s seen some stuff.”

My head snapped up. “Who told you that?”

He scratched the side of his face. “It doesn’t matter who told me. What I don’t understand is why you didn’t mention it.”

Fucking Carlo. I knew I couldn’t trust him. With soldiers like him, I didn’t need enemies. I had to convince Dominick to assign him to some other unsuspecting capo. “Since when have you wanted to micromanage every detail? You don’t need to worry about Evangeline. Ya’ gotta know, I have this under control.”

Dominick pinned me with his dark stare. Then, he lifted his chin. “All right. I’ll let you take care of this for now, but know that the day might come when you need to make a tough call. Until then, I need to know you’ll make the right choice. You’ll protect this thing of ours.”

I bowed my head. “Yeah, you know I will.”

He slapped me on the shoulder. “Good. You’re better than some of those other young turks.”

I flinched. Young turks was what he called the younger, less traditional generation of Mafiosi. The older guys looked down on us. They believed we were more inclined to break the old rules. In my mind, it was a direct slight.

“Yeah. Yeah. I need to get back to Evie.”





CHAPTER FIFTEEN




Evangeline



I stared at Gian from the corner of my eye as he navigated the Sunday evening traffic. He hadn’t said much of anything since he spoke with his uncle. At dinner, he answered every inquiry with as little information as possible, and he pushed us out the door the minute I finished my dessert.

“Dinner was wonderful. Your mom’s a good cook. I can’t believe how much food she made. She could’ve fed the entire neighborhood.” I toyed the folds of my dress. “I kind of feel guilty that she did all that when we’re just…you know.”

“Don’t worry about it. She likes to entertain,” he answered, glancing in the rearview mirror.

“Yeah, I guess. What did your uncle want?”

He frowned, his fingers tapping impatiently against the center console. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“He probably thinks I’m an idiot. I can’t believe I fainted.” I squared my shoulders. “For the record, tonight was the first time that happened, so you don’t need to worry about bringing me in public.”