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When I stop a few steps away from him, I ask, “Can you move so I can pass?”
Instead of doing as I ask, he says, “I was under the impression the place closes at nine.”
“Ah…yeah.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “I was just finishing up.”
I’m caught off guard when he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Dario.”
Not wanting to be rude, I place my hand in his. There’s an instant spark up my arm that ricochets through my body like a lightning bolt.
Damn, this man is all kinds of fine.
As we shake, he says, “Dario La Rosa.”
Holleeeeey shit.
The shock hits me square in the chest, and my eyes widen while I quickly rip my hand from his grip.
La Rosa. As in the owner. My bosses’ bosses’ boss.
I let out a nervous burst of laughter, which is something I always do when I find myself in deep shit.
I begin to squeeze past him so I can make a quick escape while saying, “Gotta run. I have somewhere to be.”
At work, cleaning your company.
I’m hit with a whiff of his intoxicating cologne and wouldn’t mind another hit, but too scared I’ll be caught slacking on the job, I hurry down the hallway.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he calls out while chuckling.
“I know,” I reply before disappearing around a corner.
Scared he’ll come after me, I break out into a run and don’t stop until I reach the lockers. I quickly change back into my jeans and t-shirt before dragging on the dark blue cobbler apron. Tying my hair in a ponytail, I put on a company cap.
I wait another ten minutes, and hopeful that Mr. La Rosa has left, I push my cart into the hallway and get back to work.
That was way too close. I’ll have to be more careful because if Mr. La Rosa catches me dancing on the job, he’ll probably fire me, and I can’t afford to lose the income.
Chapter 2
Dario
(3 months later…)
Life has been so fucking busy the past few months I’ve lost track of time.
I’ve been helping Renzo with some shit and neglected my own businesses.
Renzo’s one of the five heads of the Cosa Nostra, and over the past few months, we’ve grown closer. My friend kidnapped the best chef in the Northern Hemisphere, and somehow, Skylar fell in love with him.
Lucky bastard.
I’m not going to lie. When he first brought her to his place, I had feelings for the woman, but when I saw them fall in love, I let that shit go, and now I view her the same as the other wives.
Christ. Out of the five of us, only Damiano and I haven’t bitten the bullet. Angelo and Franco are fathers and happily married, and I’ll bet every last dime to my name Renzo will have a ring on Skylar’s finger before the end of the year.
Damiano will probably never marry. If he does, I pity the woman he chooses. He’s the capo dei capi – the boss of bosses, and I swear the man’s blood runs cold in his veins. I’ve tried to form a deeper friendship with him but only Angelo’s managed to break through Damiano’s hard-as-steel exterior.
Unlike the other four capos, I don’t surround myself with soldiers. I prefer to work alone. Then again, I don’t need an army of guards because my primary source of income comes from hacking and finding out information no one else can.
