"So…" Salvatore hesitates, glancing in my direction. He rarely does that. My lieutenant is always careful about his words but he's always so confident too. So if he hesitates, I know he's got some opinions. "You're really meeting Ms. Inagawa?"
He parks the car in front of The Manor, but neither of us gets out. It's seven thirty in the morning and we just got back from Bliss, an underground casino disguised as a speakeasy bar that's owned by my family. We had a meeting there, and the Yakuzas and Bratva were present. My father mentioned to the head of the Japanese crime family that I "volunteered" to show his daughter around. And what does a good son do? If his father tells him to jump, he doesn't just ask how high, he'll do it regardless and jump as tall as a skyscraper without questions.
I don't want to meet this woman. "It's business," I simply say.
