I give the head of the Bianci family a slow, leisurely smile. “Wherever you wish to begin, sir,” I say quietly, passing the gambit back to him. I want to know more about what he wants before I tell him what I want. “We are simply grateful to be guests in your home.”
Don Bianci smirks at me, obviously aware that we’re not here for a pleasant chat with family. “All right, little donna,” he murmurs. “I wish to know why your family has suddenly stopped communicating with me, even though we have a set of deals in place.”
“My father is dead,” I say simply, keeping my face impassive.
“I am aware,” Bianci murmurs, raising his eyebrows. “A great scandal. I am sorry for your loss, but the newspapers report that you were lucky enough to have breakfast with him that morning. Such a blessing, to ha
