Junior
“Nico and Stefano are flying in this afternoon,” Paolo says, his focus on Gio, not me.
“What for?” I bristle.
“Because he’s our brother!” Paolo spits back.
“And did you tell Alessia and Ma?” I demand. I already know he didn’t. We Tacones have a code that involves not worrying the women of the family.
“Of course I didn’t. They don’t need to know. Nico and Stefano are part of business.”
“Are they?”
They’re not, really. We’re part of their business, because La Famiglia put up the money to start Nico’s Vegas casino and now we’re all shareholders of the corporation. But Nico hasn’t been part of our business in over ten years. And this outfit isn’t a f*****g democracy. They don’t get to weigh in just on the merit of being my brothers. Neither does Paolo, for that matter. But my ten
