Page 6 of Inherting the Mafia

We'd need to change that.

There were a lot of things that we'd need to change. Increasing his protection detail was at the top of the list. Anthony clearly needed the extra security. I doubted he'd ever seen a gun let alone shot one.

"So, what does that mean?" Anthony asked. "Can't I just hand this position over to someone else?"

"No," I said firmly. "Only the direct bloodline can run the family."

"I'm not mafia."

"You are now."

"But, I—"

"Look, just pack your things, grab your passport, and I'll take you back to the family estate in Italy for a couple of weeks. You can take a look around and see how we do things. If you totally hate it, we'll figure something out."

"Why would I have a passport?" Anthony asked. "I can barely afford food. Traveling anywhere outside the six city blocks I live in is like a pipe dream."

"We can get you a passport and you can consider this a vacation or something."

Anthony shook his head. "I really can't. My bosses would never let me have that much time off."

I squinted at the man, beyond confused. "You do realize that you are now a billionaire, right?"

Anthony paled to that of a white sheet. "B-B-Billionaire?"

"Billionaire," I said slowly. "Yes, you are the sole beneficiary of the entire D'Angelo family holdings. That makes you a billionaire. You don't have to work whatever job you've been working anymore."

"Jobs," Anthony answered absently as if he was still reeling from what he'd just learned. "I have three jobs."

Damn.

"Well, you don't have to work any of them anymore."

I was a little shocked that the man was working three jobs when his father had been a billionaire. He should have been living in the lap of luxury, illegitimate son or now.

"What happened to the money your father was sending you?" He might not have lived in the lap of luxury with it, but he should have been better off than he seemed now.

"What money?"

I guess that answered that.

"When your father learned of your birth, he arranged to have money sent to you every month for your care."

"Yeah, I never saw a penny of it."

After learning about his mother, I was not surprised.

"I don't know what happened to it, but I can guess. Don D'Angelo might not have been able to be in your life, but he did do the best he could to support you."

"Can you tell me about him?" Anthony asked.

"What would you like to know?"

He shrugged.

"Well, he was very protective of his family."

"Family?" Anthony asked. "Did I have siblings?"