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Suddenly, Milo is by my side, his hand grabbing my arm. “I guess that is my cue to escort her out. Leone, we’ll be by the pool if you’re looking for us,” Milo states, pulling me gently but insistently towards the door. “Yes, before she pisses the old man off, and he puts a bullet in her head…” Dante begins, he shakes his head. “Bitch is more ballsy than half our men talking to you like that.” Dante directs his father. “Of course, she would be snagging a Pressutti man. Lydia also believed she could get away with such disrespect, but that didn’t end well for her,” Vittorio states, as I stop to find him glaring at me. “My son won’t save you from me, girl; just remember that.” And he turns his gaze to Leone. “And you will deal with that chip she has on her shoulder, Leone, or you and I will come to blows. Like your brother said, she is probably some gold digger we will have to get rid of, so it’s no skin off my nose if I deliver that order early,” he says. “Yes, Muffin, knock that chip off