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coming from his daughter, he’d cut my fucking balls off.”
    Yikes.
    “He won’t find out.”
    Andino scoffed. “Careful, Catty. You never know. Dante isn’t a stupid man, so don’t treat him like he is. Catrina isn’t an idiot, either, for that matter. Besides, as it is, you’re making quite a name at parties and whatnot. It won’t be long before your father or mother figures it out.”
    Catherine cringed. It wasn’t even the mention of her father that irked her, but her mother. Catrina, despite all her attempts to shelter Catherine from her Queen Pin dealings as she grew up, had failed. Catherine still dipped her hands into the water of the business.
    There was no such thing as being a little wet with the mafia. You were either soaked or dry. Women weren’t allowed to be in la famiglia . Cosa Nostra would never approve of Catherine’s dealings.
    “They’re too interested in making sure I’m not flunking out of college,” Catherine said, dismissing Andino’s concerns.
    And lately, even her desire to become a lawyer like her sister-in-law, Gabbie, was being forgotten more and more as her business on the side became prevalent in her day to day life. How long would it be before her mother and father found out she had dropped three classes last semester?
    Dammit .
    Maybe Andino had a point.
    “You have met your mother and father, right?” Andino asked.
    “Andino, be serious.”
    “I am. They know everything, even when we think they don’t. It’s their job. Why in the hell do you think Dante is still the boss at fifty-nine? If he was a stupider man, he’d be dead. The same goes for your mother. Chances are, they suspect or already know, Catherine.”
    “Now you’re just trying to freak me out.”
    “Twenty-five and the thought of your mother or father disapproving of you still drives you nuts, doesn’t it? You need to get over that and stand on your own, Catherine. Shit, I think your mother and father might even surprise you if you did speak up and let them in on your little side business. Stop being a pincipessa all of the damned time.”
    Catherine visibly bristled. “I have food waiting for me. Jamie is cooking my regular. I’ll be around to pick up my next batch on Monday. I’ve got a movie premier invite, after all. I need to be stocked up and ready for that. Okay?”
    “Deflection, nice.”
    “Go to hell, Andino.”
    Her cousin’s laughter followed her out of the office. She slammed his door hard enough to knock a handwashing sign off the kitchen wall. Snaps growled inside the office.
    “Don’t slam my door just because you’re pissy!” Andino shouted.
    Catherine kept on walking.

Chapter Seven
     
    “Here you are, Catty,” Jamie said.
    A dish of fettuccini chicken Alfredo slid in front of Catherine. She slammed the textbook beside her closed, tossed it into her bag, and smiled.
    “Thanks, Jamie.”
    The chef leaned against the table. “How’s school?”
    “Busy.”
    “I bet. Still going for law?”
    “Trying,” Catherine said as she stabbed her fork into the hot pasta.
    “You know, it might help if you came here to visit Andino a little less, and spent more time at college”
    Catherine’s fork froze midway to her mouth. She glanced up at Jamie, her gaze narrowing. “Should I? Thanks, I’ll keep it in mind.”
    Jamie frowned. “Hey, I’m just looking out for you.”
    “Not your job.”
    “I—”
    “It’s not your job,” Catherine interrupted coolly. “Even when we were messing around, it still wasn’t your job. We’ve had this discussion before, and if I wanted rules and demands, I have a father to go to for that. Remember that talk?”
    Jamie straightened fast like someone had shoved a metal rod up his spine. “Yeah, I remember.”
    “Good.”
    “Enjoy your food.”
    Catherine smiled sweetly. “I will.”
    The chef stalked away without a look back. Catherine didn’t mind. Obviously, the man was a little sour over their kind of, sort of relationship coming