Page 65 of Mafia Scars

Girl after my own heart.

That was the next thing I was going to bring up, but it was a difficult subject.

The people Raphael had around him were the ones he was closest to. I knew I could rule out my father and Claudius.

There were others in his circle though, some I didn’t know about.

They were all friends of his, some close like family. It would be an outright insult for me to even imply that one of them could have ousted him.

“And when the rat finds out about the facility, they’ll be over there in an instant,” I added.

“You. You aren’t helping.” Raphael pointed at me. “Is this what the two of you planned? To gang up on me?”

“Really, Dad?” Amelia pouted, and the two of them looked at each other.

“What do you suggest then, my dear?”

“Bed rest or vacation. Maybe you could go to Italy and allow Luc and me to take care of things here.”

I almost laughed. Raphael take a vacation. Unheard of.

He laughed.

“What’s funny?” Amelia’s face was dead-pan serious, not even a smirk.

“You.”

“Me? What me?” She folded her arms under her breasts, showing off a healthy amount of cleavage.

She saw me looking at her breasts and flashed me a little smile. Looked like we were okay.

Her comment from earlier worried me. I didn’t know what the hell to say to it because while I saw her point, I knew we couldn’t palm this off to the cops or feds.

This was out of their league.

“You thinking I can just take a break.”

“Well, it looks like you can. Luc doesn’t want to lead the business, and you’re too sick. So, I’m taking charge.”

Holy fuck.

This was the woman I’d seen that first night when I saw her at the restaurant.

The guys had called herboss.

Raphael sat forward, elbows resting on his knees, mouth open.

And me… I just looked at her.

“Say that again.”

“I said I’m taking charge. Luc’s idea is better. It makes sense to get the diamonds and keep them here. Get it before they get to it. They have always been one step ahead. Don’t give them the rope on this too.”

Raphael straightened.

“I’m not going to give anyone the password. I’ll get them myself.”

“No.” She shook her head. “You won’t. You’ll give me the password because you trust me more than anyone. You know I don’t have a price, and no matter what, I won’t betray you.”