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chases away the lingering fatigue and grogginess. I feel like I’m walking into this half-cocked. I know nothing about organized crime, other than what I gleaned from Scarface and The Godfather . If the portrayal on screen is even half accurate, it’s scary as hell. She gave us a watered down version of the truth. Maybe it’s safer that we don’t know. I shove the rational voice in my head away.
    I’m here to do a job and go back home.
    As I unzip the gray bag, the past comes back to haunt me. I haven’t worn a suit since I left my old life behind. My hands tremble. It’s like putting on a uniform that represents the worst time in my life. I swallow down bile and push through the anxiety. Even the boxers, socks, and shoes she included are high quality. It’s a far cry from the jeans, T-shirts, and steel toes I’ve been wearing. It makes me wonder just how much money she’s sitting on.
    Enough to kidnap someone over.
    I watch the man I’d come to love disappear as I became Charles Rowe once more. The face looking back at me is older, but the eyes are positively ancient. I’ve seen too much, even before I became a prospect. Jewel’s face flashes in my mind. She laughed as they hauled her away with handcuffs. I’ll never forget the cackle. I adjust the red tie and step into the soft Italian loafers. If I do this and we save Houdini, at least one family will be reunited. It’s more than I can ever do for my flesh and blood. I cling to the thought as I brush my teeth with the travel set she left me. If nothing else, Vita is a planner. I step out looking like a movie extra.
    She claps her hands.
    I’m glad someone likes it.
    “Perfect. From now on, this is how we will dress. Only the best and most expensive. Anything else makes us look weak or broke.”
    I frown. Who thinks like that?
    “This is my world. I know it inside and out. I need you to trust me. Dallas wouldn’t have sent you with me if you weren’t smart. Not even with your ability to sign. Whatever your feelings toward me, I ask you to set them aside, and work with me. My brother’s life depends on us. He saved me and protected me all these years. It’s time I return the favor.”
    “I respect that. I’ll go along with you. But that doesn’t mean you can boss me around, or I’ll do everything you want me to with blind obedience.”
    “I never expected that.” She frowns.
    Weren’t you? I don’t respond to her aloud though.
    “This isn’t Vita anymore. I’m Elisa Lorello. There’s a lot of rules and expectations that come along with that. Believe or not. I don’t like it any more than you do.” She rises from the bed and begins to gather her things, effectively shutting me down.
    I’m fine with it. I don’t want to keep talking to her. However, there’s going to come a time when I show her how I feel about her cold shoulder.

Chapter Three

    Vita/Elisa
     
    I sip on my orange juice, wishing it had a healthy dose of champagne. The man hasn’t called since I hung up on him. Funny, I was so quick to cut him off, now I’d give anything to hear his voice again. I run my fingers through my hair and stare at the piece of paper. I’ve been using the internet to sketch out who’s left in the family. They try to keep a low profile, but in this day and age, social media is a given. There’s nothing explicit on the sites, but pictures tell a story all their own. I can see who’s hanging with who and try to decipher where their loyalty most likely lies.
    Uncle Lorenzo was the second born son. It gave him a position of power. Unfortunately, it was my Aunt Giada who was born two years after my father, who got all the common sense. If she’d been born a he, she would’ve ruled our family with an iron fist and a kind heart that would have you follow her into hell. Instead, she plays the role of dutiful wife and sister. If I can convince her my side will come out on top, she’ll bite.
    Prophet taps on the table and I glance up.
    “What is