Page 20 of The Don

“I think it’s overwhelming for her.”

“She’s Mr. Sacco’s bride, si?”

“Yes,” I say through a tight jaw.

“Mi scusi, signore, but Mr. Sacco,” she pauses and shakes her head. “Scusa.” She holds her hands up, the large knife waving over her head. “He’s not a good man.”

“Enough.” I should tell her to mind her own business, but Maria rarely speaks out of turn. “I’ll be in my office if you need anything.” I stand, and with my coffee, I leave the kitchen. Adrian is not a discussion I wish to have with Maria. I head into my office, sit at my desk, and start my computer.

Dante enters my office, and judging by his disheveled appearance, I assume that whatever he has to say is serious. “Sir,” he says in a tight voice.

Has he found Adrian? “What is it?”

“Our sources say we’re about to be raided by the FBI.”

“Where?”

“Here.” He makes a circular gesture indicating the house.

I roll my head back and groan. “When?”

“They’re securing the search warrant as we speak.”

Fuck. I shake my head and stand. “Judging by previous encounters with them, we have an hour.”

“At most.”

“What did the source say they’re looking for?”

“He doesn’t know. It’s been kept under wraps because they don’t want you tipped off.”

The bane of my fucking existence is the FBI. Always breathing down my neck and interrupting my businesses just so they can attempt to indict me again. When will they learn? “You know what to do. Start with the shed.”

“Yes, sir.” Dante heads out of the office but returns within seconds. “Sir.”

“What is it?”

“What do you want me to do with Eliza?”

My shoulders stiffen as I glare at him. “You won’t lay a fucking finger on her,” I warn.

His eyes widen, but he acknowledges my threat with a nod. “Of course.” He looks over his shoulder, and with his lips pursed into a thin line, he backs out of my office.

I return my attention to the computer and wipe everything off it. Once the files have been erased, I head out to the kitchen. Maria has her back to me, preparing food. “Maria,” I say as I place my hand to her shoulder.

“Si, signore?” She turns and smiles. “Another caffe?”

“No, I’m fine. We’re going to be raided in about an hour.”

“Again?”

“I’m afraid so.”

She continues preparing the meal she’s working on. “Okay.” She throws her hands up. She points upstairs and says, “Should I go and wake Miss Eliza?”

“No, I’ll go. Can you prepare her breakfast please?”

“Si, si.” Maria heads over to the sink to wash her hands, and I leave to go wake Eliza.