Chapter 0346


    Well. Let’s just say that I’m d Tristin is a bit of a high-maintenance wife, at this point. | make a mental note to thank her at


    someter date.


    “So what would you have me do, Fay,” my father asks, his voice friendly and kind, pleased at the prospect of being able to do


    something for me, for his grandchild.


    “| wondered,” | say, turning my head and looking up at him like he’s my saving grace, “if you could...teach him? Just a little bit?


    His father — Mr. Lippert,” | say,ughing inwardly at my use of the name, “didn’t teach Daniel very much about the ways of...


    business.”


    | heavily emphasize thest word of my sentence, making it impossible for my father to not hear “business” as “mafia.”


    My father lifts his chin and hums, arching a brow as if he thinks Kent a great fool.


    I press on.


    “Do you think you could teach him?” | ask, as if | just came up with the idea now, a bright new thing. “Just a...just a little bit?” |


    say eagerly, pressing my hands to his arm. “Just to get him started?”


    My father hesitates, perhaps not wanting to take a Lippert into his business, but then his eyebrows raise as he perhaps


    considers the closer ties he’d have to the Bianci family if he takes Daniel under his wing. “Well, perhaps,” my father murmurs. “In


    some small way...”


    But | snatch my hands away, suddenly hesitating, and my father turns to me, asking me what’s wrong.


    “| don’t...” | whisper now, ncing over my shoulder as if afraid Daniel will hear me. “I don’t want Daniel to go to... jail. Not like...


    his father. So...is there a part of your business? That would be...safer?”


    My father nods, considering, perhaps running through the rolodex of industries that he has under his name. The greatest share


    of his profitse from running in the drug trade, | know — but | want Daniel nowhere near that.


    “| could...perhaps put him somewhere in waste management,” my father says, considering, but | screw up my face in distaste,


    making my fatherugh. “Ah, the little bride does not want her husbanding home smelling of trash?”


    “| don’t think he’d like it very much either,” | say, shaking my head. “Daniel is picky, and | don’t want him to hate it. Do you have


    anything...nicer?”


    “Well, you would not have him in the clubs, would you,” my father sighs, speaking of the dozens of bars and strip joints that he


    owns around the city. Again, | shake my head. That’s not it. Come on, dad...


    “Or,” he says, his eyebrows suddenly going up. “We do have the investments in shipping...”


    | gasp a little in pretend inspiration and my father looks at me, a smile starting.


    “Daniel really likes boats,” | say, nodding eagerly, pretending as much as | can to be a stupid little girl. My fatherughs and


    wraps his arm around me, pleased.


    “So, the boy likes boats does he?


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    “Do you think that would please you, Fay?” My father asks, giving my shoulders a little squeeze.


    And | look up at him with a big, beaming smile. “Yes, father,” | say, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “More than you know.”


    “Than it shall be done,” he says,


    heaving himself up from the cqugiy


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