Gian (Trassato Crime Family Book 1)(4)

By: Lisa Cardiff


My phone vibrated on the coffee table again. “He’s getting impatient,” I commented, watching the phone skip across the slick, dust-free surface.

“Then let’s move.”





CHAPTER TWO





Gian



“No way, Carmela. I won’t consider it.” I picked up a towel, wrapped it around the back of my neck, and I walked out of the home gym and into my adjacent bedroom. “Stop asking.”

“Gian, you need a personal assistant, someone to stock your kitchen, water your plants, go to the dry cleaners, and stop by the house when you’re out of town,” she called after me. Her four-inch red heels clicked against the wood floors with every step. “You’re rarely home between running the nightclub and your social life. What’s the big deal? You’ll barely see her.”

I halted mid-stride and swung around, glaring at my twin sister. “The big deal is that I don’t want a fucking assistant. I don’t need anyone nosing around in my business, especially someone who’s not family. I can’t have random people in my space. You know that. Besides, I don’t need anyone else when I have you.”

Carmela folded her arms across her chest. “Evie isn’t random. She’s my friend, and I don’t have time to do any of that stuff for you. I have a life too, you know.”

“I don’t want a stranger in my home.”

Carmela huffed. “Fine. Can you find a position for her at the club? She could do inventory or bartend.”

“Does she have any experience?”

She shrugged. “What’s so hard about counting bottles or pouring a drink?”

“It’s a lot harder than it looks.” I rubbed the towel down the side of my face.

She smiled and batted her eyelashes. “Please, Gianluca. I need you,” she said, drawing out my full name. I hated that name. Nobody called me Gianluca except our dad and strangers.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“No, and you’re going to help me.”

“What makes you think that?”

“Because you’re my favorite brother, and you’re always there when I need you. Right now, my really good friend needs you, which by extension, means me.”

“I don’t have any openings.”

She clipped the back of my head with her open palm like my mom had when I was a kid. I fucking hated it. “Well then, make one.”

“Easy, Carmela. No need to get violent. I’ll find something.” I leaned my hip against the wall, placing myself out of striking distance. “Tell me about this friend.”

“What do you want to know?”

“For starters, what’s her name?”

“Evie Jeffers.”

“Am I supposed to know the name or something?”

Carmela shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“Great.” I rolled my eyes. “Tell me what makes Evie Jeffers so special.”

“Like I said, she’s a close friend of mine, and she’s had a string of bad luck. She needs a break.”

“What kind of bad luck?”

“She’s an actress and—”

I held up a hand. I didn’t need to hear one more word. I’d dated an aspiring actress last year for three months. She’d tried to sell a sex tape of us to a few websites, thinking it would give her the exposure she needed to land a breakout role. I shoved my foot so far up the website owner’s ass as soon as I got wind of it. Luckily, it never saw the light of day, and I learned my lesson. I’d had enough of fame whores to last me a lifetime. Besides, I needed to keep a low profile.

I’d been promoted from soldier to capo six months ago when our dad’s health had deteriorated to the point where he couldn’t work. At twenty-seven, I became the youngest capo in the Trassato crime family. If everything went my way, I’d be promoted to underboss or consigliere by the time I reached thirty-five. As for Dominick, the boss and my uncle, I wanted to position myself so I was on the short list to be his replacement when the time came.

Without question, my promotion had pissed off a few people, and I couldn’t risk adding fuel to the fire. My dad only agreed to step down if I succeeded him. Some of the older soldiers didn’t like it, especially Carlo, but he could go fuck himself. Everyone knew he had the tendency to disappear when it came time to do the “heavy lifting.” He’d always make up some pathetic excuse about being sick or not knowing how to find the person.

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