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the men loyal, taught the females their place. ‘It’s not a whore, this one. A schoolgirl.’
    Angelo looked up. ‘What?’
    ‘The daughter of one of your workers.’ He shrugged. ‘He died a few years ago.’
    ‘Boohoo,’ Angelo said. ‘What the fuck does she want?’
    ‘To see you. She said she won’t leave till she does.’
    ‘Jesus! Get rid of her.’
    ‘Yes, sir.’ The man straightened up, putting his hand on his gun. ‘We’ll escort her to the road.’
    Angelo sipped his tea. ‘Wait.’
    His spider-sense was tingling, as if this could be a mistake, this could be trouble.
    ‘How old is she?’
    ‘Sixteen, seventeen . . . I think.’
    ‘And whose kid?’
    ‘His name was Paul Kane.’
    A bell was ringing, but he couldn’t place it. ‘Pretty?’
    The guy laughed and kissed his fingertips. ‘Ass like a peach. Better than those two you got upstairs, signore.’
    ‘I’ll see her.’ What the hell? He could give her five minutes, just to make sure this wasn’t some problem. But better, older men than him had been assassinated by kids. ‘Frisk her; frisk her thoroughly.’
    ‘And if she refuses?’ He licked his lips.
    ‘She’s somebody’s daughter. But, if she refuses, throw her out.’
    ‘Yes, sir.’ The bodyguard walked off.
    ‘Spread your legs, baby.’ The guard ran his hands down her ribcage, pausing to cup her breasts under the bra. She tensed, and he jiggled them, then laughed. ‘Full search. We don’t know what you’ve got under there.’
    Dina bit her tongue. She was facing a brick wall. There were bloodstains on it. Reluctantly, she widened her legs.
    ‘Great ass,’ his colleague said. ‘Spread ’em a little wider.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Because I said so.’
    He came behind her, ran his hands over her legs, starting at her ankles, squeezing tight. Then he felt her ass, briskly, and then, with more leisure, fondled it, cupped her pussy.
    Dina gasped.
    ‘You a virgin?’ he said, idly.
    ‘Joe, cut it out. She’s not for us.’
    The hands were removed and Dina was allowed to step back. She raised her head, scarlet with embarrassment.
    Both guards laughed.
    ‘She’s clean.’
    ‘Not for long,’ his friend said. ‘I’d give a week’s pay to pop that cherry.’
    The first guard smirked, then beckoned her. ‘Follow me. Don’t say shit. Understand?’
    Angelo looked over the girl standing before him, with her curvy figure and come-hither eyes.
    Marek was right. She was better than the hookers he had inside. Fresher. Prettier. Those cheap jeans and the white T-shirt did absolutely nothing to hide her assets. She was gorgeous looking, with a soft, aristocratic face.
    ‘What was your father’s name? Kane?’
    ‘Paul Kane, Don Angelo. He was killed in a construction accident out in the Bronx.’
    ‘Sorry to hear that.’
    ‘You took care of our family, sent my mother money. My brother goes to Catholic school. We live in Eastchester.’
    He nodded. ‘You are here to ask for more money?’
    The girl shook her dark head. ‘No, sir. It’s . . . It’s my mother.’
    Despite himself, Angelo Tallarico was starting to get interested. It was the courage of this little slip of a girl, standing before him. The guards would have had their fun, but she was still here.
    ‘What about her?’
    ‘She sees men.’
    ‘That happens when you’re a grown-up, kid.’
    ‘No. She sees your men. A few of them. At night, in fancy cars. They give her presents. People talk.’ A slow flush was making its way up Dina’s neck, but she ploughed on. ‘My mom is drinking more. These men don’t care for her.’
    Angelo hesitated. Why was this his problem? He should tell the feisty little piece of cooze to get back to whichever small-town hell she came from.
    ‘Mr Rispello; Mr Cottini; Mr Amalfi.’ Recklessly Dina named them. ‘Mr Casini, I think.’
    All captains. All married.
    ‘Then maybe have a talk with your mother.’
    ‘She doesn’t listen. But you could tell the men, Don