“Yeah. I know.” I do know. I wouldn't be a smart move to have that shit known.
“Good,” he says with finality. “I'm sorry, Tommy.”
I nod my head, my throat closes, and my heart tries to leap out of my chest. “What's it gonna mean, boss?”
“You can't do errands anymore. It can't happen. You can't represent the familia.” I wanna argue with him, but I can't. I know it's true. Fuck--realistically, he should kill me. It's a risk keeping me alive. It's a risk letting her get close. “Not like that, anyway,” he says, and it brings my attention back to him.
“I've been thinking about you and your brother. I think it'd be good to finally take on those contracts. We'd get a shit-ton more money from the hits. And it'd keep us in a good place with our contacts. Anthony always said he'd need another person to help. That's what I want from you two, and he agreed already. Just need you in on this, too.”
My heart slows, and I swear to God I lose feeling in my hands. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, if you're gonna be taking a cop as your girl, then you're going to have to be a contractor.”
“A contractor?” I ask, not understanding.
“You two will do the hits. We'll give you the names and you get it done.” I nod, taking it all in.
“What about the rest of the familia business?” I ask.
He shakes his head and says, “That's no longer a concern of yours. It keeps things a little neater.”
“I understand.” I take a moment to process it as he opens my beer himself and hands it to me. I finally ask, “Does that mean I don't have to call your ass 'boss' anymore?” We both give a small laugh. I have to admit it hurts a bit, but I understand. And I'm fucking grateful to still be around.
He smiles broadly. “It's the best I can do, Tommy. She's loyal to the family, and to you. That's enough for me. She's a good girl, like my Elle. She's not gonna say shit. So long as that's the case, everything's good.”
“That mean I'm not made anymore?” That'd put some bigass targets on my back.
“You're still a Valetti. And just like last night, we've got you, and you've got us, right?”
I pull my cousin in for a hug and feel like a little bitch for getting even the least bit emotional. This is better than I'd hoped for.
“You'd better fucking marry that broad, too. The sooner, the better,” he says.
“Yeah, I know, so she doesn't have to talk.”
He looks back at me with a grin as he says, “Well, that and Ma will be pissed if you don't do right by her.” His joke fills my chest with warmth. He's right, too. Aunt Linda will kick my ass.
“Love you, cuz,” Vince says.
“Love you, Vince.” We both pat each other on the back harder than we should to make up for getting so emotional.
“Still family?” I ask again, not really believing it could be that good.
Vince nods his head, “Always.”
Tonya
“You gotta meet the familia.” Tommy wants to take me to his aunt’s house for dinner. To Dante Valetti’s house. Dante Valetti is the former Don and father of the current Don, Vincent Valetti. I’m nervous as hell. It’s been two weeks of just us. Two weeks of hiding away in his apartment while we figure this shit out. There’s no doubt in my mind that I made the right decision leaving the department and doing what feels right. But then I remember his family, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried.
“They know I was a cop.” That's the only explanation I need. That right there is enough for them to want me dead.
“Yeah, they do. And they know you’re my girl.” Tommy rubs his hand over my belly and forces a smile from me. “You’re a woman, Tonya, and I know you hate this, but we keep women out of it.”
“But I was a cop.” I’ve seen them all a handful of times now, and each time it gets easier. But this is different. It’s not one or two of them coming over to drop something off, it’s all of them in one place. And I feel like I’m going to be an outsider.
“Yeah, for under a year. And they know about your sister and why you joined. They know you’re loyal to me.” He stands behind me and wraps his arms around my body, pulling me into his hard chest. I feel cocooned in his warmth. I close my eyes and breathe in deep. It’s not fair that he can put me at ease so effortlessly.
“Besides, there’s someone there I really think you should meet.”
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“You should meet Ava. I think you’d really love getting to know her. She lost her sister, too.”
“Ava?” The name rings a bell, but I’m not sure why.