I glance at all the faces suddenly turned in our direction, and lower my voice. “Can you say it any louder?”

“As in son of Franco Benedetti? Next in line to take over the family business?”

“That’s him.”

“Why?”

“I kind of ran into him last night.”

“You kind of ran into him? How do you kind of run into a man like that?”

“That’s the long story.”

“Nat—”

“Don’t push. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You mean at the warehouse?” His eyes go huge.

“Let’s just say he was there conducting business.”

“Nat—”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” I’m not fine though.

Drew eyes my new phone. I should have scratched it up or something. He knows I could never afford a brand new, latest model iPhone.

“What exactly happened?” Drew asks.

“I really can’t say, Drew. Please don’t push me.”

“Did you see—”

“Listen, I just want to know about his family. I tried to Google, but I can’t find much about him. I know you hear stuff.” Drew works at a gentlemen’s club. It’s a high-end strip joint and he’s mentioned the clientele sometimes includes men from the local crime families.

“So you want to know about Sergio in particular, not the family.”

I nod, bite the inside of my cheek.

He gives me a little history. “But this is where his story gets juicy.”

“It’s already juicy.”

“Ever hear of the DeMarco family?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Crime family. They were loyal to the Benedetti family, but then they weren’t. Franco Benedetti, Sergio’s father, took Lucia DeMarco, the youngest daughter, and essentially has her locked away at some nunnery until she’s old enough to be given to Sergio.”

“What?” My heart sinks into my belly. “What are you talking about?”

“It sounds Medieval, right? He took DeMarco’s daughter to punish him. Make him pay for rising up against the Benedetti family.”

“I don’t understand. Who is Lucia DeMarco? What nunnery? And what do you mean she’s to be given to Sergio?”

“She was sixteen when it all happened. That was two years ago. He literally had her sent to the nuns in some private school or something. She’ll be a gift for Sergio.” Drew looks almost mystified.

“What year is this? That’s not legal.”

“Tell that to Franco Benedetti.”

“Will he marry her or something?” I almost choke on the word and can’t figure out why I’m so bothered.

“He’ll own her. I don’t think finding a bride for his son was what Franco was going for.” Drew waggles his eyebrows.