“No, it’s true, gazelle. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve slept in. I think you’re past due, actually,” Misha said.
I couldn’t hide my amusement at them apparently knowing my schedules better than I did. “I had no idea I was so predictable,” I said, sitting in an empty chair beside Viktor. He put his giant arm around my shoulders, hugging me sweetly. He kissed the top of my head, saying, “you’re allowed to sleep in whenever you like. You waste a lot of energy taking care of all of us, sestrichka.”
“I would not call that a waste, Papa Bear.”
“I, for one, am relieved that you didn’t sleep in this morning, spider monkey. I was going to feel bad about letting you go full speed yesterday morning if you had,” Andrei said.
I laughed, but before I could respond, Aleksei looked at me, half-confused, half amused. “Do they all call you different names?” I smiled at him, nodding my head. “I assume there’s a reason for such strange names?” he asked, wanting further explanation. Clearly, Alyosha was jealous at our imaginative nicknames.
“There’s a story for all of them,” Misha said. Both Aleksei and Vitaliy looked at all of us curiously, wanting to hear why they called me by the names they did.
“The first day I stayed with her while Boss was working, she jumped on my back so I had to carry her around every chance she got. She still does it. That’s why I call her spider monkey,” Andrei said as he smiled and winked at me. I knew he’d come to love carrying me around as much as I did. Half the time, he’d offer first.
“She likes to go for runs and since I’m the only one that runs on a regular basis, I was forced to go with her. She almost killed me that first time. She’s like a gazelle. I like to remind her that she almost killed me as often as I can,” Misha said, his wide smile stretching across his face.
Ivan laughed. “Much like she put you in your place yesterday, Alyosha, she put me in mine very quickly after first meeting her. I had called her princess to try and pi ss her off. I was giving her shit while she was trying to help me. She adopted it right then and she’s been the princess ever since.”
“Why would you try to pi ss her off?” Vitaliy asked.
Before Ivan could answer, I said, “Ivan has a very special set of skills that he enjoyed using on your son’s past girlfriends.”
“How so?”
“His demons pull their demons out for the world to see, so everyone else can see the person as Ivan sees them. He just didn’t realize that I have many of the same demons he does and I’m very good friends with them, so it didn’t work on me.” I laughed, remembering that morning in my kitchen. “He’d been hurt and needed stitches. It was before I knew of his aversion to doctors. I was offering to clean him up and trying to talk him into going to the hospital but he was giving me shit. I gave him shit back so he let me clean his wound, but I told him he needed stitches. He said he wasn’t going to the doctor and then taunted me about stitching him up. He didn’t know that I really could stitch him up, so I told him I was going to enjoy the pain it would cause since I had nothing to numb the area. I also didn’t know that was not a thing that happens with him. I was just trying to pi ss him off the same way he was trying to pi ss me off, honestly.”
“It was the first time we’d seen Ivan laugh in years when she told him she wished she had a lollipop to give him and thanked him for not killing this princess when she was done,” Viktor said, his arm moving around my shoulders once again.
Stephen laughed loudly. “I didn’t know about the lollipop comment. I would’ve paid to have seen his face.”
Vitally and Aleksei were also laughing. “You really have nothing to worry about when it comes to my contacts in Italy, sladkaya. You’ll be able to handle them just fine,” Vitaliy said, still laughing. He was quiet for a moment, looking at all of us thoughtfully. Then he said, “the more I learn, the more impressed I am.” Then he stood up and walked away from the table, leaving everyone slightly stunned at his words. I glanced to Adrik, who was more stunned than anyone, his mouth slightly open, his eyes wide.
It was Aleksei that broke the stunned silence. He looked at Adrik, “she offers him a sweet reminder of things long lost to him. This was the father were too young to remember.” He placed his hand on Adrik’s shoulder as he, too, got up to walk away from the table, once again leaving us all in silence. you
“Jesus I haven’t seen this kind of melodrama since Vlad first came to power,” Stephen said, completely straight-faced. We all erupted into laughter, which inevitably grew as we looked at Trino’s confused expression.
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My father called his contacts in Italy that afternoon. He requested Sephie’s presence, so that he could introduce her. I knew his contacts and they knew me, but because of the language barrier, I never had much contact with them. I had never had a real need for them until now.
“I’m going to call Battista. He’s the most useful. If he can’t get anything for you, I’ll call one of the other ones,” Vitaliy said. He looked at Sephie with a mischievous glint in his eye and said something to her in Italian. She laughed, but she looked almost nervous when she glanced at me. As my father looked away to make the call, I searched her eyes, trying to find out what he’d just said to her.
She was still much better at reading my mind than I was at reading hers, but the more I tried it with her, the easier it got. I found my answer before Battista answered the call. Vitaliy had told her that Battista was a notorious womanizer and would openly flirt with her in front of me, especially since he knew I didn’t speak Italian. I never worried about Sephie around anyone else, but that didn’t mean I wanted to see anyone else flirting with her. She smiled sweetly at me, noticing my clenched jaw. She pulled my arms around her waist as Vitaliy told Battista the reason for his call.
Battista knew of Ricardo, but said that he never liked him. Apparently, Ricardo had a bit of a reputation in the business world in Italy. He’d screwed a few too many people over early on in his career, so there were quite a few very influential people that refused to work with him. Battista was one of those people.
Battista was so wealthy that most people didn’t know he existed. Much like me, much like Vitaliy, he worked hard to be as anonymous as possible. But Battista also had generational wealth behind him. That plus the success he’d had in business gave him the opportunity to be a very powerful, very influential person. Instead, he chose to remain behind the scenes, choosing a quieter life. He had extensive networks throughout Italy and he kept a finger on the pulse of literally everything that happened in the entire country, but he stayed in the shadows. Only stepping in when absolutely necessary.
Most of my father’s contacts throughout the world were much the same. They were all very influential people that no one knew about. Just the few people in my father’s network alone made up well over half the world’s total wealth. And the common citizen didn’t even know they existed.
Battista was happy to help us out, especially if it meant Ricardo was going down. Sephie laughed at one particularly impassioned rant from Battista. She quietly said, “he’s almost as imaginative as Giana is about the insults for Ricarda.”
Vitaliy and Battista talked for a few more minutes, then I heard Vitaliy say Massimo’s name, followed soon after by Sephie’s name. She looked to me, somewhat surprised, then looked back at Vitaliy. He looked proud as he kept talking to Battista. Battista asked a question, to which Sephie answered. It was difficult to tell, but I think Battista was shocked at her answer. He was laughing at the end of it, which made Sephie laugh as well.
Once the call ended, Vitaliy said, “he’s going to see what he can find out about Sal and Ricardo. He’ll be able to find information on Niko and Vito too, if they’re still there. Battista has the most connections in Italy. He’ll be able to find the most information, but he’ll likely want to deliver it in person. That means he needs to come to the city or you need to go to Italy.”
“I won’t go to Italy if Sal and Ricardo are still there. Not until Sephie is completely healed. I won’t put her in danger again,” I said, firmly.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.