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“I have needs too. Would you prefer if I found a lover who relieved you of the burden to touch me?”
The older women of the family often knew about others’ dirty laundry first. To be honest, gossiping was the main occupation for most of them.
“You can tell me. I have a phone and am capable of operating it.” Dante stared. There was a flicker of something like amusement on his face for a second. “Of course. If that’s what you prefer.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket. “What’s your number?”
The buffet was loaded with Italian delicacies. I took a slice of panettone for myself, as I was in desperate need of some sugary treats. As usual it tasted like heaven. I’d made it a few times, but it had never been as good as Ludevica Scuderi’s.
“Dante will probably be too wrapped up in his own needs to notice anyway. Men are like that.” That wasn’t much of a comfort. I hoped Dante would be concerned about my needs too.
“Or become mistresses,” I said, because I had no doubt that some Made Men couldn’t keep their hands off a helpless girl under their roof. Dante frowned. “Even among Made Men, pedophilia isn’t tolerated, Valentina.”
we don’t need sex slaves or illegal racing like the Russians and the Camorra in Las Vegas.” “What about New York, do they deal in sex slaves?” “No. That’s really only the Vegas Camorra. I’m not saying that there aren’t voices in the Outfit who would like to change that, but as long as I’m Capo that won’t happen.”

