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\u201cYou\u2019re Like a Sister,\u201d The Mafia Boss Said \u2014 Until He Saw Her With Another Man And Jealousy Took Over<\/h1>\n
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Chapter 1<\/h2>\n
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\u201cYou\u2019re Like a Sister,\u201d The Mafia Boss Said \u2014 Until He Saw Her With Another Man And Jealousy Took Over<\/p>\n

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The estate woke before dawn, and Leah Vale usually woke first.<\/p>\n

She liked the hour before it started. Before the staff footsteps, before the phones, before the men with hard faces and expensive watches came through the gates and brought the wrong kind of silence with them.<\/p>\n

By six she was in the main kitchen with a pen in one hand and a spoon in the other, hair pinned up, sleeves rolled, produce invoices spread across the counter. Breakfast for the house. The linen order. New flowers for the West Hall. Guest seating for the Melli gala, revised three times by people who had never once set foot in the room they were arranging.<\/p>\n

\u201cToo early,\u201d Mrs. Bellini muttered, shuffling in wearing her slippers. She said it every morning and had never once been believed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne day I\u2019ll wake before you just to prove I still can.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen that day comes, I\u2019ll frame it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bellini snorted and reached for the pot. \u201cYou joke now. Wait until your bones start speaking.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy bones already speak. They mostly complain.\u201d<\/p>\n

The older woman gave her a long look over the rim of her cup. \u201cThen take a day off.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou ask me that like this house would survive it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe house would survive a fire. That doesn\u2019t mean it needs one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Leah smiled and kept writing. Bellini had worked for the Raviieri family longer than Leah had been alive, and she knew what the house had looked like before Leah\u2019s mother came to it, and after. She knew what happened when Leah was thirteen and her mother died in a room that smelled like bleach and machines and two late apologies. She knew that Bianca Raviieri had looked at a grieving girl with nowhere safe to go and said she stays, and that afterward Bianca had given her a room and school fees and rules \u2014 never a daughter, never a charity case, but a structure.<\/p>\n

And Bellini knew that gratitude has a way of tying itself to helplessness when you\u2019re too young to fight it.<\/p>\n

Footsteps crossed the stone floor behind her. Not staff. Staff moved through kitchens with purpose or apology. This came slower, heavier \u2014 the sound of a man who had never once needed to hurry inside his own house.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re out of sugar packets in the east breakfast room,\u201d Leah said, without turning.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou said good morning to Bellini.\u201d<\/p>\n

She closed her eyes for exactly one second, then turned.<\/p>\n

Dante Raviieri stood in the doorway in black trousers and a dark gray shirt, sleeves rolled to the forearm, hair still damp. He had the kind of tired face that only made him look more dangerous. A phone in one hand, the other in his pocket, all the time in the world.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re in a strange mood before seven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been awake since four.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds like a choice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bellini decided the walk-in cooler needed her and vanished with two cartons of eggs and the expression of a woman who\u2019d seen enough of men and women to know when leaving helped everybody.<\/p>\n

Dante\u2019s gaze followed Leah across the room. Not crude. Not even open. Just enough \u2014 it had always been just enough.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat time did you sleep?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a child.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow late?\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned, one brow up. \u201cDo you want the exact minute?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you know it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne. I was doing seating revisions.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat was Marta\u2019s assignment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMarta entered the wrong guest code twice. So I fixed it. Instead of sleeping again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dante looked at her for one quiet second. \u201cChildren usually listen when told to stop working.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was how it had always been with him. Never grand gestures \u2014 small, impossible ones. You skipped dinner. You changed the florist. Wear a coat. Don\u2019t take the side road after dark. Tiny acts of attention that might have felt like care, if he hadn\u2019t spent nine years putting one word between them the moment the air changed.<\/p>\n

Sister. Family. Safe names for unsafe things.<\/p>\n

She reached for the tray list so her hands had something to do. \u201cYou have a nine-thirty with Naples. And if you\u2019re still standing in my kitchen at eight, I\u2019m telling them you were defeated by toast.\u201d<\/p>\n

A shadow of a smile. \u201cYour concern moves me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy concern is for the kitchen schedule.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n

The first time he\u2019d said it, Leah was seventeen.<\/p>\n

Bianca had given a winter dinner, too many candles, too many men who smelled expensive. Leah had carried coffee into the library afterward, and one of the guests \u2014 old enough to know better, bold enough not to care \u2014 had smiled at her over his cup and said to Dante, You keep very pretty company in this house.<\/p>\n

She remembered her whole body going cold. She remembered Dante looking up, reading the man\u2019s face, reading her, and answering without a pause.<\/p>\n

Leah\u2019s like a sister.<\/p>\n

The guest laughed and moved on. The room relaxed. And Leah stood there holding a silver tray with a smile fixed on her face and something opening quietly in the center of her chest.<\/p>\n

Bianca found her in the kitchen later, crying over nothing she could explain, and didn\u2019t ask. She only stroked her hair and said, Men choose foolish words when they\u2019re afraid of wise truths.<\/p>\n

Leah hadn\u2019t believed her then.<\/p>\n

She believed her now.<\/p>\n

The gala was in the city, twenty minutes out, and Leah insisted on driving herself. Carlo argued exactly as long as he dared and then gave up in muttered Italian.<\/p>\n

She chose deep green silk with a low back, hair down, small gold earrings. Nothing she would later accuse herself of wearing for anyone. And still, when she looked in the mirror, she thought of him \u2014 which annoyed her so much she nearly changed on principle.<\/p>\n

She didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

The ballroom looked as though money had been instructed to behave beautifully. Chandeliers, white orchids, the low roar of people who had come to be photographed doing good.<\/p>\n

Elena was at the bar, waving with one hand and holding a glass with the other, waiting to gossip.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou came. And you look so good I almost regret introducing you to anybody.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds dishonest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is. Come meet Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian Mercer turned when they approached. Tall, clean-cut, maybe thirty, warm brown eyes, the face of a man who had never frightened anyone on purpose. He listened when she spoke. He didn\u2019t interrupt. When she said she handled operations on a private estate, he didn\u2019t smirk or make it smaller.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat sounds like running a small kingdom without any of the credit.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed before she could stop herself, and it was real, and she heard it as it happened and almost didn\u2019t recognize the sound as hers.<\/p>\n

That was when the room changed.<\/p>\n

Not loudly. Just enough that the crowd near the entrance shifted without meaning to.<\/p>\n

Julian\u2019s eyes flicked past her shoulder and came back with a small, careful change in his expression. \u201cFriend of yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

She turned.<\/p>\n

Dante Raviieri stood at the far end of the ballroom, black from throat to shoes, Raphael a step behind him, and the kind of stillness that made strangers lower their voices without knowing why.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t supposed to be there tonight. He had a meeting downtown. She knew because she\u2019d arranged the car.<\/p>\n

He was looking at Julian\u2019s hand, resting too near the bare skin of her back.<\/p>\n

Her whole body went cold.<\/p>\n

For one terrible second he didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n

Then he started walking.<\/p>\n

\u2014<\/p>\n

Dante crossed the ballroom the way he crossed every room \u2014 without hurry, without hesitation, the crowd parting before him like water around stone.<\/p>\n

Elena grabbed Leah\u2019s arm. \u201cIs that\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe looks like he\u2019s about to commit a felony.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe looks like he always looks.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLeah. He looks like he\u2019s about to commit a felony.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian, to his credit, didn\u2019t flinch when Dante arrived, though his hand slid a careful inch away from Leah\u2019s back.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Raviieri.\u201d Julian extended his hand. \u201cJulian Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dante looked at the hand for exactly one second too long before taking it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not on my guest list.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m on Elena\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not the same list.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDante.\u201d Leah kept her voice light, though something in her chest was pulling tight. \u201cJulian was just telling me about his firm. Commercial real estate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFascinating.\u201d Dante didn\u2019t look at Julian. He looked at Leah, and something behind his eyes she\u2019d never seen directed at her before \u2014 not quite anger, sharper than that. \u201cYou said you had a headache. That\u2019s why you left the house early.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI said I wanted to leave early. Not that I had a headache.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told Bellini you had a headache.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told Bellini I wanted quiet in the kitchen. She embellished.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian glanced between them, visibly recalculating something. \u201cI take it you two know each other well.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s like a sister to me,\u201d Dante said.<\/p>\n

The words landed exactly as they always had \u2014 clean, final, a door closing.<\/p>\n

Except this time, something in his jaw tightened as he said them, like the sentence cost him more than it used to.<\/p>\n

Julian smiled, easy, unbothered. \u201cLucky sister. Most families don\u2019t have their own private security detail trailing them to galas.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raphael, three feet back, did not smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeah,\u201d Dante said, \u201cCarlo needs the seating cards adjusted. Table twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTable twelve was finalized yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a discrepancy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s no discrepancy, Dante.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a discrepancy,\u201d he repeated, and this time his voice dropped into something quieter, something that wasn\u2019t about seating cards at all.<\/p>\n

Elena, sensing exactly what kind of conversation was about to happen, grabbed Julian\u2019s arm with sudden purpose. \u201cJulian, come see the dessert table. It\u2019s genuinely worth the trip.\u201d<\/p>\n

Julian let himself be pulled away, though his eyes lingered on Leah a beat longer than politeness required.<\/p>\n

Then it was just the two of them, the party humming around them like it belonged to some other world.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou didn\u2019t have a meeting downtown,\u201d Leah said.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt ended early.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt ended early, so you came here. To check on table twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAmong other things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDante.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe had his hand on your back.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPeople do that. At parties. It\u2019s not a declaration of war.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was close enough to your spine that I could see exactly where his fingers were from across the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

Leah stared at him, something unfamiliar rising in her chest \u2014 not annoyance, though she wanted it to be. Something closer to hope, which was far more dangerous.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t get to do this,\u201d she said quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWatch me like that. Talk to me like that. Not after nine years of sister, Dante. You don\u2019t get both.\u201d<\/p>\n

Something flickered across his face \u2014 surprise, maybe, that she\u2019d said it out loud after all this time.<\/p>\n

\u201cLeah\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI need air,\u201d she said, and walked away before he could see exactly how much her hands were shaking.<\/p>\n

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She found the terrace empty, cold September air a relief against skin that felt too warm.<\/p>\n

She heard his footsteps behind her before he spoke \u2014 she\u2019d know them anywhere, had known them since she was thirteen years old and terrified and he was the only person in that enormous house who bothered explaining anything to her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t be out here alone,\u201d Dante said. \u201cSecurity hasn\u2019t cleared the perimeter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m on a terrace at a charity gala, Dante. Not a war zone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEverywhere is a war zone if you\u2019re careless enough about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that a threat assessment, or are you just avoiding what I said inside?\u201d<\/p>\n

He was quiet for a long moment, the city lights spread out below them, indifferent to whatever was happening on this particular balcony.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you want me to say, Leah?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI want you to be honest. For once. Nine years, Dante. Nine years of \u2018sister\u2019 and \u2018family\u2019 and small kindnesses that never quite explained themselves. I want to know if any of it meant what I hoped it meant, or if I\u2019ve spent a decade imagining a version of you that doesn\u2019t exist.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen make it simple. Say it, or don\u2019t. But stop letting me guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dante\u2019s hands gripped the stone railing, knuckles pale against the dark.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother died in this family\u2019s care,\u201d he said finally. \u201cMy mother took you in when you had nowhere else. She raised you alongside me, fed you at our table, gave you our name to hide behind when you needed it. Do you understand what it would mean, what people would say, if I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you what, Dante? Felt something? Is that the unforgivable crime?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I took advantage of a girl who had no one else to turn to. That\u2019s the crime, Leah. That\u2019s always been the crime, in my head, since you were seventeen years old standing in that library with a coffee tray and I looked at you and felt something I had absolutely no right to feel.\u201d<\/p>\n

The confession landed in the cold air between them, more honest than anything he\u2019d said to her in nine years.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou felt something. Then.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve felt something for nine years,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cI built an entire vocabulary around not saying it. Sister. Family. Safe words for something that was never safe at all, because the alternative was accepting what it would mean to want you the way I wanted you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Leah\u2019s breath caught. \u201cAnd what did you think it would mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat I was no better than every man in this world who takes what isn\u2019t freely offered. That I\u2019d taken a grieving child and turned her into something else entirely because it suited me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a child anymore, Dante. I haven\u2019t been for a very long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that. Logically, I know that. But some part of me has spent nine years terrified that if I ever said any of this out loud, I\u2019d become exactly the kind of man my mother raised me not to be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd Julian?\u201d<\/p>\n

Something dark crossed his face. \u201cJulian doesn\u2019t have nine years of context weighing on every word he says to you. Julian gets to want you simply, without any of this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe that\u2019s exactly why it\u2019s easier to imagine wanting him back.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words came out sharper than she intended, and she watched them land, watched something crack slightly behind Dante\u2019s careful control.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that what you want?\u201d he asked quietly. \u201cSimple?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know what I want, Dante. I know I\u2019m tired of standing in doorways waiting for you to decide I\u2019m allowed to exist as something other than family.\u201d<\/p>\n

She left him there, city lights and cold air and nine years of unspoken things, and didn\u2019t look back to see whether he followed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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