Saks, AKA Anthony Parks, was the nephew of the Serafinas’ most hated enemy.
He’s not part of the business. He works for a living. You’ll like that.
Her grandfather’s words floated to the surface of her thoughts. But she was in shock, barely able to process that the man she took to bed in defiance of her family’s wishes was the very man they wanted her to marry.
“Of course she is,” Vittoria Rocco said. “I told you this.”
“We should leave the young people to their breakfast,” her grandfather said. He reached out and patted her cheek. “You’re a good girl, Chrissy,” he said with approval in his voice. “You’ve made an old man very happy.”
Chrissy sat like a deer in the headlights as the heads of the two biggest crime families in the state walked to a table like they were old friends. This had been planned all along. Saks knew about it, too. She was going to kill him. Kill all of them! Stupid grown-ass men.
“You knew about this?” Saks spat with restrained fury when though older men were seated. “You were in on this? What was your plan? Get me in bed to soften me up?”
“Me?” Chrissy said indignantly. “You were the one who made a move on me. Came onto me hot and heavy, as I remember.”
“Sure, that’s why you showed up at the Red Bull before we were supposed to meet.”
“You think I liked this cock and bull scheme of my grandfather’s?”
“Why else would you be in on it?”
“I’m not in on it!” she said loudly.
The waitress brought their plates, took one look at their faces, and set the plates down and beat a hasty retreat.
“Don’t deny it, Chrissy,” Saks said. “You damned Serafinas will do anything to get what you want.”
Chrissy rose, shaking with righteous anger. “Damned Serafinas?” she growled. “Let me tell you something, Mr. Anthony Parks, or whatever the fuck your name is. I’d go to hell before I’d marry a Rocco man.”
“You could only be so lucky,” Saks snapped.
Chrissy was shaking so hard with anger she couldn’t contain herself. “You, you,” she said. But she was so angry that she couldn’t get any more words out. Instead, she picked up her plate of Eggs Benedict and hash browns and dumped it on Saks’ head.
“Hey!” he yelled as the yellow sauce and broken over-easy eggs slid down his face. And then, as if the entire restaurant wasn’t listening to their argument, all conversation stopped. She became extremely aware of every eye on her, including her grandfather’s, whose face turned a startling shade of red. He rose from his table and Chrissy did the only thing she could think of.
She ran.
THE END
To be Continued...