The Name of Honor by Susan Fanetti

Author:Susan Fanetti
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mafia, mobster, Italian American, wealthy, rich, silver fox, over forty
Publisher: Susan Fanetti
Published: 2020-01-03T16:00:00+00:00

~ 14 ~

“Giada? Did you hear me?”

Giada turned from the glass wall of her office and faced her assistant. “Sorry, Cait. I’ve got a lot on my mind today.”

Caitlyn frowned. “You always have a lot on your mind. But you’re not often distracted, and you’ve been half gone all day. Are you feeling okay? If you need a sick day, say the word and I will disappear the rest of your appointments today and all of them tomorrow.”

Was she feeling okay? No. And yes. And who the hell knew. She’d left Angie’s house before dawn and driven ninety miles home, showered, dressed, chugged coffee, and come to the office to face a full day of being a real estate developer while she waited to find out what the Sacco Family men intended to do.

Had she made a mistake, leaving it to the capos to decide? That had been a calculation, not a knee-jerk decision, meaning to show her respect for the vows she hadn’t taken, hoping that giving them the vote would invest them in her leadership. But giving over control of her own fate was something she did very rarely, and never easily. Now she was left to wonder what others had decided about her future.

Tommy’s future—the memory that remained of it—at least, was set. She’d gotten word from Marv in the middle of the night, right after she’d talked to Enzo, that the scene was clean and her brother was staged for the media as a back-alley mugging. So she was also waiting to get word from the Boston police, who would contact her rather than Fallon, she was sure, and to deal with the press fallout.

But it was four o’clock in the afternoon, and she’d had no word from anyone. Every minute that passed, she was more sure she wouldn’t be alive in the morning. No, she was not okay.

And yet, real fear couldn’t get traction in her mind or her heart; Angie Corti was taking up too much space in both places. What a silly woman she was, to have recollections of their hours together playing in 3D in her head, in Sensurround, over and over, while she waited for a death sentence. And yet, there he was, pulling her attention from everything else.

She liked that man very much, and she loved what they did together. For all his brazen confidence, Giada didn’t think even he realized how layered he was. A giving lover, a loyal friend, an honorable man. And, she’d seen in tiny, erratic glimpses of insight, still a boy devoted to a mother he’d lost. In her own family, there was no familial connection like it, except perhaps between her and her uncle.

She’d thought Angie would be a tool to strengthen her position—stooge was the word he’d used, though she’d never thought of it so harshly—but then she’d gotten to know him, and she hadn’t acted in that kind of self-interest since the night of Ilaria Marconi’s wedding reception. She’d been chasing desire rather than ambition with him; she’d wanted the way he made her feel.

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