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spent the last four years watching her father as head of an Italian crime family. Power and ambition were in her blood; passed down from powerful and ambitious parents. Anyone who thought she was overreaching was seriously mistaken.
    “Drop me off at Poleski’s office,” Nico told her. “Paolo and I are going to have a sit down.”
    Caprice eased her baby down the crowded street and glanced at her brother.
    “Shouldn’t I be there?”
    “Not at all. You have shit to do. I’ll settle things with Paolo and stay in New York for a few days to show I’m on his side. I’ll come up there over the weekend and make sure you’re okay.”
    “Don’t feel like you have to babysit me.”
    “Yeah right. Look what happened the last time I left you on your own.”
    “I don’t need a fuckin’ babysitter!” Caprice yelled. “What I’m doing isn’t dangerous. You and Dad made sure of that. No one’s trying to kill me in Atlantic City!”
    “Not yet,” Nico calmly replied. “I’ll be up there this weekend to check up on you and get the twins settled in.”
    Caprice sighed. When Nico spoke to her like that, there was no reason to argue. Nico’s word was final. There was nothing left to say.

Chapter Four
     
    Caprice weaved through a dozen tourists walking up the Atlantic City Boardwalk. It was late August and the city was still packed with people trying to steal a few more moments of summer. Despite the conversation she had with her brother earlier that morning, she was definitely feeling like Atlantic City was the place for her. She couldn’t wait to have some free time to explore the Boardwalk and check out the other casinos. All would soon be her competition.
    Wearing a short turquoise Christian Siriano dress and studded Louboutins, Caprice strolled into Dock’s Oyster House feeling sexy, confident, and glamorous. She was ready to take on the world.
    “Hello.” Caprice smiled brightly at the hostess. “I’m meeting Pamela Marinucci. There should be a reservation. Has she arrived yet?”
    The hostess nodded. “Right this way.”
    She led Caprice to table by the front window occupied by a stunning Italian woman sipping on a glass of Pinot Noir.
    “Miss Marinucci, your guest has arrived.”
    Pamela gave Caprice a once over, stood up, and handed the hostess a fifty dollar bill.
    “Thank you, Sasha. Please cancel my salad. We’re not going to stay. Split that with Hector, will ya?”
    “Sure, Miss Marinucci.”
    Pamela began walking out of the restaurant. It was clear that she expected Caprice to follow her.
    Pamela Marinucci stood about six feet tall in four inch black Louboutins. Her dark gray business suit was perfectly tailored. Her skirt stopped right above her knees, showing off her shapely calves. Her chocolate brown hair was perfectly styled in a precise short cut like Rihanna’s. Her makeup was flawless. Of course she was breathtakingly beautiful. Domani only dealt with smart and gorgeous women.
    Caprice hurried to keep up as Pamela walked past the restaurant’s parking lot and continued up the sidewalk to a parking deck. By the time they reached a dazzling silver Cadillac Escalade, parked on the lower level of the deck, Caprice was sweaty and out of breath. Her own Louboutins were killing her feet.
    “You’re from Miami, right?”
    Caprice nodded at the first words Pamela had spoken to her.
    “Yeah, you look like you’re on vacation.” The locks chirped. “Get in,” Pamela ordered. “We’re going shopping.”
    Caprice did as she was told. Pamela maneuvered the SUV through the parking deck and onto the main road. She looked at Caprice again as they pulled to a stoplight.
    “Your father tell you about me?” Pamela asked.
    “He told me that you’re good people and that you’re going to help me get this casino built.”
    Pamela laughed. Her easygoing laugh put Caprice at ease.
    “Your father is a man of few words. I’ve always liked that about him. Too bad he was so stuck on my cousin. We