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Bound By Vengeance (Born in Blood Mafia Chronicles #5)(2)
Author: Cora Reilly

“Give Trish and Anastasia my best, and Cosimo a kiss from me,” Talia said sweetly.

I flushed. Cosimo. He’d be there as well. I’d only met him twice before and our interactions had been more than a little awkward.

“Talia, put those horrendous rags into the trash. I don’t want to find them anywhere in the house when we return,” Mother ordered without glancing at my sister.

Talia jutted her chin out stubbornly, but even from across the room I could see the hint of tears in her eyes. Again guilt flooded me, but I stayed tethered next to the front door.

Mother hesitated, as if she, too, realized how hurt Talia was. “Maybe next year you’ll be allowed to come along.” She made it sound as if it hadn’t been her decision to exclude Talia from the party. Though, to be honest, I wasn’t sure if the Falcones would be too happy if people started bringing their younger children along, considering that Falcone wasn’t known for his patience or family sense. Even his own children were sent to boarding school in England, so they didn’t grate on his nerves. At least, if one believed the rumors. Falcone’s children were somewhat of an off-limit topic.

“Put on a coat,” Mother said. I grabbed one that wasn’t fur, which wasn’t an easy task in Mother’s wardrobe, and followed Mother out of the house. I didn’t look back at Talia as I closed the door. Father was already waiting in the driver’s seat of the black Mercedes in our driveway. Behind it, another car with our bodyguards was parked. I wondered how it was for people who weren’t always guarded.

Mother opened her coat a bit wider. This was Las Vegas, and not Russia, I wanted to tell her. But if she preferred to melt, so she could stride around dressed in her fur coat, then that was her problem. No pain, no gain. Years of ballet classes had taught me that.

Mother sank down on the passenger seat while I slipped into the back of the car. I did another quick scan of my tights for runs, but they were immaculate.

Always immaculate.

I thought companies should put a warning on their packing like “Only for standing, no moving allowed,” considering how easy it was to get a run while doing nothing but walking. That was why I’d stuffed two new pairs of tights into my purse, just in case.

“Buckle up,” Father said. Mother leaned over and patted his bald head with a tissue, soaking up the drops of sweat that had gathered there. I couldn’t remember Father ever having hair.

“Cara,” Father said, a sliver of annoyance entering his voice.

I quickly buckled up, and he slid the car out of our driveway.

“Cosimo and I have had a short talk this afternoon,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Oh?” I said. A knot of worry formed in my stomach. What if Cosimo had changed his mind? What if he hadn’t? I wasn’t sure which option caused my stomach to constrict harder. I forced my face into a neutral expression when I noticed Mother watching me over her shoulder.

“What did he say?” I asked.

“He suggested you two marry next summer.”

I swallowed. “So soon?”

A small frown appeared between Father’s brows, but Mother spoke first. “You are nineteen, Cara. You’ll be twenty next summer. That’s a good age to become a wife, and mother.”

My head spun. While I could somehow wrap my mind around being someone’s wife, I felt way too young to become someone’s mother. When would I get the chance to be myself? To find out who I really was and wanted to be?

“Cosimo is a decent man and that’s not an easy thing to find,” Father said. “He’s responsible, and he’s been Falcone’s financial advisor for almost five years. He’s very intelligent.”

“I know,” I said quietly. Cosimo wasn’t a bad choice, not by any standards. He wasn’t even bad looking. There just wasn’t that flutter I’d hoped for when meeting the man I’d have to marry. Maybe tonight. Weren’t occasions like a party the perfect place to fall head over heels for someone? I just needed to be open to the possibility.

***

We entered the premises of the Falcone mansion fifteen minutes later and drove for another two minutes until the driveway finally opened up to a majestic palace-like house and the huge fountain in front of it. The thing spewed water in blue and red and white out of its Roman statues. Apparently, a stonemason from Italy had created the thing for Falcone. It had cost more than Father’s car. It was just one of the many reasons why I didn’t like Falcone. From what Father had told me about the man, he was a sadistic show-off. I was glad that my family and I were on his good side. Nobody wanted to have Falcone as their enemy.

Everywhere you looked, expensive cars were parked. From the sheer number, I wondered how all the guests would fit into the house without stepping on each other’s feet. Several bellboys rushed toward our car the moment it came to a stop and opened the doors for us. A red carpet led up the stairs and through the front door. This was so over the top ostentatious, it was ridiculous. I shook my head but quickly stopped at a look from Mother. She and Father made me walk between them as we headed toward the front door, our bodyguards trailing us. There, another servant was waiting for us with a professional smile on his face. Neither Falcone, nor his wife, was there to greet us. Why was I even surprised?

The entrance hall was bigger than anything I’d ever seen. A myriad of crystal figures in all sizes stood against the walls and on the sideboards, and several huge portraits of Falcone and his wife plastered the high walls.

“Be polite,” Mother whispered under her breath as we were led toward the double doors that opened up to the ballroom with crystal chandeliers and high tables that fringed the dance floor. One wall was lined by a long table filled with canapés, piles of langoustines and lobsters, bowls filled with crushed ice that were topped with the biggest oysters I’d ever seen, tins with Ossetra caviar and every luxurious piece of food I could imagine. The bellboy excused himself the moment we arrived inside the ballroom and rushed off to the next guests.

Once inside, I let my gaze glide over the guests, looking for my friends. I was eager to join them and let my parents seek out their own preferred company, but Mother didn’t give me a chance to search very long. She touched my forearm lightly and whispered in my ear. “Be on your best behavior. We’ll have to thank Mr. Falcone for the invitation first.”

I looked past her to where Father was already talking to a tall man with black hair. Father held his shoulders in a hunch as if he was trying to bow before his boss without actually doing so. The sight left a bitter taste in my mouth. With Mother’s palm resting against the small of my back, I crept closer to my father and his boss. We stopped a couple of steps behind them, waiting for them to turn to us. Falcone’s dark eyes found me first, before Father noticed our presence. The coldness in them sent a shiver down my back. His white shirt with the stand-up collar and black bowtie made him look even more intimidating, which was difficult to pull off, considering that bowties usually made their wearers appear comical to me.

After the exchange of a few meaningless pleasantries, I was finally dismissed and rushed toward one of the waiters balancing a tray full of champagne flutes on his palm. He was dressed in a white shimmery smoking jacket and white high-polished shoes. At least the outfit made it easy to spot them.

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