She was still pissed. It was one thing for her father and Ermano to stage a show for Cipriano, but to make it so she was the star was unacceptable. She’d worked too damn hard to be used like a circus sideshow.
She let them know during their quick lunch she was unhappy with being a showgirl. Mano explained it was the best way to prove to Cap her value because he wasn’t going to take their words for it. She accepted his apology, but she was still pissed off.
She marched into the war room of the upper floors of the warehouse, her teeth grinding at the sight in front of her. Giada walked up to Tulio, “you’re in my seat. Get out of it.”
“Excuse me?” He blinked at her in confusion.
She pointed around the table, “The Don, his son El Capo,” she pointed to where Cap sat at Ermano’s right hand s
