Antonio, Her Italian Millionaire (BWWM Romance Book 1)

By: J A Fielding

“Zianna,” Lucas started as he turned to look at her. “You are just one person and the work this place needs will require a whole lot of work. Work from a lot of people rather than just one person.”

She nodded.

“I know that.”

“Then why do you fight this so hard?” Lucas asked.

“Because if I leave, I fear that the grocery shops and barber shops that my father worked so hard for are just going to die, for lack of a better word.”

“Why does it feel like you are trying to get out of doing the inevitable?” Lucas asked and she shrugged.

“The inevitable,” she echoed.

“Yes. The inevitable. There are only two Webster Cuts and salon and three Webster Grocery stores.”

She shrugged again.

“I’m still trying to figure out where you are going with this.”

“Between me and your cousin, we can handle it just fine.”

She forced out a laugh.

“There is no way I am leaving for Florida and leaving my father’s legacy to Quan.” She shook her head. “He has his hands full with all the ‘cash businesses’ if you know what I mean,” she said as she put up finger quotes.

“What are you talking about?” Lucas asked and she smiled.

“Seriously? You really want me to get into that right now?” she asked and Lucas shrugged.

“If it’s not too much to ask.”

“Okay. We are kind of in the same business, Quan and I and somehow his turnover is in the hundreds of thousands and we are still struggling to make ends meet.”

Lucas shook his head.

“Don’t you think you are being a little judgmental?” he asked and she shrugged. “There is no proof of that and you know it.”

“Webster Cuts are in a much better position as far as location is concerned and for every ten or fifteen customers that walk in, Quan’s place gets one or none thanks to him being in the harsher part of the neighborhood. And I know that because I have been there more than once. Those barber shops and laundry mats are just fronts to clean his dirty money,” she explained and Lucas sighed loudly. “You know it and I know it. Quan is most definitely not driving a thirty thousand dollar car because of the quality cuts he gives. That much I can tell you.”

Lucas looked at her for a long time before he finally shook his head.

“You know I am right,” she said as he took a long deep breath.

“Damn it, you are. And it sucks. Really, really sucks that I know something like that.”

She crossed a leg over the other.

“Shouldn’t we say something in case of a situation like this? You know, see something. Say something?” she asked even though she already knew what Lucas was going to say.

“Have you forgotten what part of town you are from, Zianna?” he asked. “Snitches somehow disappear. Or end up in some roadside ditch.”

“Yeah, yeah. And I know the cases never really get solved.”

“So, yeah. Drop it. Quan’s business is none of yours. And considering what your father knew about the other family business, maybe that is why he wanted you to move to Florida.”

Zianna took a long deep breath and sighed loudly.

“Are we still on this?” she asked. “I mean, I did move out of the old neighborhood and everything.”

“Well, yeah. You did do that but you are always here. Always around here in your nice SUV,” Lucas said and she bit her lower lip. “Which reminds me, have you even gone to have it serviced yet?” he asked.

“Well, to answer your questions, no I haven’t had it serviced yet and two, I come here because Webster Cuts and all the grocery stores are here. Not uptown,” she said. “And it is not like I have not thought about relocating to Florida or anything of the sort. I do think of getting myself out there. Maybe for a vacation or someday even have a home or something but doing that…” her voice trailed off and she shook her head.

“What?” Lucas asked. “What were you going to say?”

“Doing that makes me feel like I am giving up on what daddy wanted.”

“Well, he wanted to keep you alive,” he said. “That much, I know.”

“And I want to make sure that his dream of having a legitimate business in a neighborhood like this actually make it,” she said. “Leaving is kind of like giving up on it. Kind of like saying that I don’t see a way that this is ever going to turn around.”

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