Page 141 of Alessio

Right.

Ginevra wasn’t sure if she would accept that shit, or not, but she hadn’t been given much of a choice. If she wanted access to her sisters, then she had to follow the rules. Hadn’t the last several months proved she was more than willing and capable of staying in line when it meant getting something she wanted?

Still …

Ginevra could have stayed in Toronto for just a couple of more days if this was what Andino had planned for her when she arrived back in New York. Then, she might have fixed the mistake she made by leaving the club that night. No doubt, Corrado and Alessio assumed her leaving was about them when she hadn’t given them a reason to think otherwise.

Sure, Marcus could have told them she had gone home for her sisters, but if they had been told … wouldn’t they come to her?

Ginevra thought so.

Hoped so.

And yet, here she was.

Alone in this goddamn room.

“Miss?”

Ginevra looked away from the bay window positioned across from the large seating area. She found one of the two men tasked with guarding her room standing just beyond the entry that led between the kitchen section, and the sitting room. He gave her a tight smile when she stared at him, waiting.

She had nothing to say.

What did they want from her?

“The boss just called—”

Ginevra frowned. “Who?”

“Andino, Miss.”

Oh, right.

So many things had changed in her time away, and that was only one. Not that she had understood the mafia, or how it worked before Andino sent her to Toronto, but since she came back, things she didn’t understand were different again.

Andino now controlled the Marcellos. Johnathan, Andino’s cousin, headed the family that used to belong to her half-brothers.

They acted like she was supposed to already be aware of these things, and she was still trying to catch up with what happened before she left, let alone what was going on now. Ginevra would not apologize for needing a minute to get herself together.

“And what did he want?” she asked.

The man—Tim, was it?—nodded once. “He wanted me to let you know your sisters are on their way here … or they’re almost here. About ten minutes away, now.”

Her heart stopped.

She was sure it did.

“Yeah?”

“Yep. I will let them in when they get here.”

So that must mean …

“Darren is—”

“They shut his life support off days ago,” Tim said, shrugging. “I assume Siena will get the information together for his burial.”

“Huh.”