Page 148 of Dirty Mafia Torment

The phone lands back in front of me.

“Company?” I ask, nodding to the two extra settings.

“Unfortunately,” Massimo says without looking away from me.

More plates arrive—eggs, bacon, hash browns, steak. Not a green vegetable or fruit tray in sight.

“Thought you’d appreciate an American breakfast.”

Jesus. “You planned this?”

“Like I said, you’re late. I was close to giving up hope you’d show.”

I grind my teeth. Yeah, and I would’ve faded into the darkness if Fina hadn’t stepped in.

“Eat.”

I grab my phone. “Need to get word out I’m fine.”

“Go ahead.”

He agrees we’ve been set up. Has more video to review.

I pause. “I can extend the breakfast invite as a show of good faith?”

“Your brother out there?”

“Yes.”

“Then hell no.”

I chuckle and stab a fork into a steak. Cooked to perfection, the juice bleeding onto my plate. My stomach rumbles when the chef places a steaming pile of pancakes before me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Massimo eyeing them as well.

A throat clears.

I spin to find Dante and Luna in the doorway.

“Ah, the lovebirds,” Massimo says, sarcasm dripping from his tone.

Dante grunts. “Fuck off.” Then takes the seat across from me.

Luna follows. But instead of sitting, she waits, eyebrow pitched in his direction.

Dante looks downright defeated and, with a grimace, stands and pulls out the chair for her.

I run my eyes over him, searching for injury now that I’ve had a closer look. Aside from a scratch across his collarbone, he seems fine.

Still, I ask, “Massimo treating you well?”

He nods slightly, answer enough. “Our men have the estate surrounded.”

“Of course they do,” Massimo answers. “What did you think, they wouldn’t come to Dante Lucchese’s rescue?”

“You’re lucky a sniper didn’t take you out.”

Massimo’s smile is quick. “Luck has nothing to do with it.”