Page 75 of The Pretender

“Because they’re all dying,” Nonna throws out. “It’s a decreasing audience.”

Deo nods. “Yes. We’ve had loyal customers, but the decline isn’t because they don’t like it anymore. It’s because they aren’t here or they’re retired. The three big restaurants that used to order from us are all closed now. To compete, we have to be visible to younger generations.”

Larry studies his son for a moment. “You learned a lot while you were away.”

“Nothing about the wine business, but business in general. I can apply it to this.”

Larry pats his brother’s arm. “I’d say the company is in good hands.”

“I agree,” Salvo says.

Nonna beams with pride. “Everything is gonna be fine now.”

“We have a long way to go,” Deo says, “but this is a start.”

My front pocket vibrates, startling me. Who’s calling my personal phone? I haven’t had a call or text in weeks.

I rise from the table. “Excuse me.”

Slipping into the living room, I glance down at my phone. It’s my sister. I immediately hit the button to return her call.

“Hello?”

“Loralei? It’s me. You called?”

“Where are you?”

“Why?”

She blows out a shaky breath. “Some men showed up here looking for you. They said they’ll be back in two weeks if they don’t hear from you.”

A frigid shiver moves through me. “Men? Did they leave a name?”

“They said you would know. What is this about?”

“Fuck.” I rub my forehead. “Did this happen today?”

“Less than an hour ago. Are you wrapped up in some Mafia shit? After everything that happened?”

“It’s not like that, Lore. I’m not…” My words trail off as I fail to defend myself. “It’s not the same as Dad.”

“Really? Because I seem to recall men showing up at our house and then Mom and Dad were dead. Fucking dead. Do I need to be afraid?”

“No. I’ll handle it. I’ll call right away. It’s just a misunderstanding.”

“I lied to them and told them you were here but you left. I hope that was the right move.”

My chest tightens with emotion. “Thank you. It was the right move.”

“You have to figure this out.”

“I will. I’ll tell you more once I clear things up. I’d rather you not know now.”

“Oh god, you’re in trouble. They’re gonna kill you.”

“No.” I shake my head. “They won’t. I’ve been stalling, but I’ll call and handle it. I promise. If anyone shows up again, please call me.”

“Right after I shoot the motherfuckers.”