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    “But then what excuse would you two have to grumble at me?” I offered a smile. They were only doing their job.
    “I do prefer having an excuse to bitch at you.” Dominic winked. I smiled again. He was growing on me.
    Two dark suits, Dominic Ferraro to my right and Tommy Orlando to my left, ushered me into the limo inside the garage. The threat was real. Dominic covered my head as I entered. What was this threat about? And if it affected me why wouldn’t someone say?
    We arrived at the restaurant’s front entrance. The sun’s light shone brightly as I set my dark round sunglasses on my face adjusting them.
    “Ciao, Bella,” Carlos muttered through the partition. At least the staff had been nice to me. That reminded me I needed to call Tony after I was finished. I wasn’t allowed to see them, but I’d called him a few times and was never reprimanded, so I assumed it was allowed and fuck if it wasn’t. He was my family.
    “Ciao.” I smiled kindly as I leaned down gazing through the small hole.
    Dominic held his hand slack at my back while he waited for me to cross the threshold of the restaurant. The Italian Bistro was small and sat centrally to everything in the city including the L-train. I still wasn’t used to that loud obnoxious thing. The restaurant’s glass front vibrated as it passed, shaking me up a bit.
    “There she is.” Megan stood to greet me.
    I approached with a smile held at my lips. I was excited to be out of the penthouse and able to spend time with someone other than my guards. I really liked Megan and I’d hoped that she and I would become good friends.
    I folded myself into the chair that Dominic had pulled out for me with a screech sounding on the floor at the table she’d already procured for us. The small round table was filled with lists and samples for the cancer gala we were planning. Our table sat near the window and when the guys didn’t seem concerned by that, I simply sat without hesitation. Jax had mentioned many times not to sit near a window where I could be seen from the street, matter-of-fact he’d insisted on it, but today I wouldn’t worry about that. I was here for a good cause, so I’d focus on that instead.
    “Wow, you look fabulous.” Her smile was gleeful as we learned over the table for a quick hug.
    “Thank you,”
    “Did you think about any sort of theme ideas that you’d want to explore?” she asked over her oval designer frames. I had thought of a lot of things since I’d met her, and while I was excited for this gala I hadn’t been able to focus too much on it.
    “I’ve had a few ideas,” I lied.
    I drummed my fingers along the edge of the table as she regarded the pieces of paper that lay in front of her. We chatted for thirty minutes about themes, food, attire, how the auction would work, what we would auction, and so on. This was going to be the largest thing I’d ever been responsible for. The fact that it was so close to my heart made it all the more amazing.
    Megan received a phone call and departed shortly after our lunch began. She left me the task of choosing the proper invitation and had left me with all of the ideas she’d put together. It was a minor detail, but I wanted to get it right, make it perfect. I nibbled on my bread while I sat at the table reviewing the ideas. There were so many: bows, ribbon, butterflies flying out as you opened the small boxed invitation. There were tons to choose from. How would I decide on the right one? I’d ask Alessandra to help, she was great at that sort of thing I imagined.
    Tommy tapped on his watch signaling me it was time to go when my phone beeped from inside of my bag that hung over my chair. I twisted easily in my chair, retrieved my peach bag, and then my phone.
    “Hello?” I answered having realized it was Megan who called.
    “Hey, would you mind checking the table to see if I dropped my glasses?” She asked hesitantly.
    My eyes did a quick scan of the area but I didn’t see