Chapter Eleven

LORENZO

“Lorenzo.”

I grinned at the figure that stepped out of the airport, walking towards my vehicle. Vincent. My best friend, brother in arms and cups and the bone person who did shit with me all the damned time. He had been with me right from the start. We had joined the mafia together. We had done literally everything together. He was the brother my parents hadn't given me, but I was grateful to have.

And only he could help me find my precious waitresses.

“Fratello,” I replied, stretching my arm out to clasp his. He chuckled.

“America seems to be treating you well.”

“Vincent, it's just been four days. Stop making it seem as if I have been here half a fucking year.” I growled and he shrugged.

“Four days, half a year, same difference.” He chuckled. “Found us retail yet?”

“Perhaps. And an investor for the casino. Which is why I had you flown over. I need you to interrogate them. I require them to be as clean as snow. I can't have so