“Please don’t get in trouble because of me. I don’t want you to get hurt, promise me.” There was another moment of silence, before he said, “I promise.”
But I had a feeling it was a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep. If he’d already attacked Matteo, the Famiglia’s Consigliere, that wasn’t a good sign.
“Call me after your meeting with Brasci tomorrow. I’ll go crazy if I don’t hear from you. And don’t let him try anything. He’s got absolutely no right. I’ll fucking kill him if he puts a toe out of line, if he even looks at you the wrong way.”
“Didn’t you promise to stay out of trouble?” I joked half-heartedly.
“I’ll try, but I’ll be on edge tomorrow, that much is sure.”
We talked about a few unimportant things before we said good-bye and hung up. I clutched the phone against my chest. Slowly I lay back on the bed. I was relieved that Romero still wanted me but I was also scared that he’d do something that would get him killed. Luca liked Romero a lot, but he was also Capo and needed to keep his men in line. If Romero did something that publicly hurt the Famiglia, Luca might not have a choice but to punish him severely. I wouldn’t let that happen.
* * *
I barely slept more than two hours. I’d known that my first night in Chicago wouldn’t be easy but I hadn’t expected it to be this horrible.
There were dark shadows under my eyes and I didn’t bother covering them up. Maybe Benito would decide not to marry me if I looked like a corpse. I put on jeans and a shirt before I made my way downstairs. Fabi and Father were already sitting at the table, eating breakfast. I wondered if they’d done the same when I was gone. “Since when are you awake this early on a Saturday?” I asked Fabi as I took the chair across from him.
“Only because he doesn’t have school doesn’t mean he should laze around,” Father answered in Fabi’s stead. Fabi stabbed at his fruit with his fork, looking like he wished it was Father.
“Is he getting inducted soon?”
Father set his coffee down. “You know very well that that’s none of your business.”
I curled my hands into fists under the table. My throat tightened at my next words. “When are Benito Brasci and his daughter going to arrive?”
“Around six. I already told you we’d have dinner with them.” His eyes narrowed. “I hope you don’t intend to wear that tonight. Take out one of your cocktail dresses and let your hair down. That’s how Benito prefers it.”
I blinked a few times, too stunned for words. Fabi dropped his fork with a clang.
“And you should eat. I don’t want you to faint again. Tonight is important,” Father continued unimpressed.
I reached for a Danish and stuffed a few pieces into my mouth but I wasn’t sure I could keep them down.
“Stop picking at your food, Liliana, for God’s sake.”
“Leave her alone!” Fabi shouted.
Father and I both froze.
“What did you just say?” Father asked in a dangerous voice.
Fabi glared back but then he lowered his eyes. “Why can’t you leave her alone? I don’t like how you treat her.”
“I won’t have you criticizing me, Fabiano. You better learn to keep your mouth shut or you’ll be in major trouble once you’re part of the Outfit. Understood?”
Fabi nodded, but his lips were a thin white line.
I forced the rest of my Danish down even though it tasted like nothing. Father picked up his newspaper and disappeared behind it.
Fabi and I didn’t try to talk. And really what was there left to say?
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Liliana
I chose the dress I’d worn at last year’s Christmas party. It was more modest than my other dresses with a high-cut collar and a hem that reached my knees. It was more fitted than I would have liked for the evening though. Like Father had said, I let my hair fall down to my shoulders, even though the idea of being attractive for Benito terrified me to no end. I decided to wear ballet flats since Father had said nothing about high heels.
“Liliana, what’s taking you so long? Our guests will arrive any moment. Get down here!”
I took a deep breath and walked out of my room. Everything would be alright. If I got through today, Romero would figure out a way to get me out of this marriage. Everything would be alright. I repeated the words over and over again as I walked down the stairs, but my throat tightened anyway. Fabi was dressed in a proper dark blue suit and a tie, but his expression was that of a sulking teenager.
Father, too, wore a business suit but he almost always did. He scanned my outfit critically. “You should have chosen a different dress, but it’ll have to do now. We don’t have time for you to change again.”
I paused on the stairs. Anger surged through me again, fiercer than before. The doorbell rang, preventing me from saying something that would have probably earned me a slap across the face. Father gave Fabi and me a warning look before he went to the door and opened it.
My fingers on the handrail tightened painfully.
“Benito, good to see you. Come in, come in. Dinner is ready for us. I’ve let our cook prepare a wonderful roast,” Father said in an overly friendly manner that he only ever used with people of importance, definitely not with his family.
I had to stop myself from running up the stairs and hiding in my room. I wasn’t a child anymore. I’d handle this situation with grace, and then I’d do my best to stop this marriage. There had to be a way.
But what if there wasn’t?
I walked down the last few steps and stopped beside Fabi.
Father opened the door wider to let Brasci and his daughter in. I held my breath. And when my intended husband entered the entrance hall, revulsion
