Page 31 of Single Malt Drama

Marco made a sour face. “That dude is twice her age.”

Enzo pinched the bridge of his nose. “That dude runs this city and has his fingers in the pie of any organized crime that happens in the parish.”

Shanna glared.

“Whatever she’s doing here, it isn’t good.” I’d prayed for a sign before I came downstairs, and I may have received one. The Abruzzos paying off an elected official in New Orleans could only mean one thing—they were looking to step in when the Marchionnis stepped out. Considering they already ran most of the east coast of the United States, taking over the port city would make them more powerful than the other families combined. “Can you get Gabe on the phone? I need to speak to him.”

“He’s a busy man, Nico.” Enzo glared, but I didn’t take it personally. He and Shanna were arguing. I was an easy target.

“I understand that, but it involves the Abruzzos.” I met Enzo’s gaze and lifted my chin. “With Sophia in town, do you still believe my father is responsible for the attacks on your family?”

Enzo ignored me.

I pushed into his line of vision. “They’re here for a reason, Enzo. Instead of brooding, you should be asking yourself what that reason is, and who is supporting them.”

Marco cursed under his breath and turned to me. “Let’s go make that call.”