Chapter 43 | De'Luca Headquarters

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Francesca pov

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Francesca pov

It was only 7 pm when the sky looked gray again, ready to pour rain. Again. Italy didn't rain too much but when it rained it was thunderstorms. I was outside of Enzo's home. I've been sitting here for the past two hours thinking of all the ways this could go, how would I ask anything and what was I going to ask?

I kept looking over the house and couldn't believe what I saw. Three stories but it stenches out several acres wide. All white, not many windows, lots of greenery outside and a Beautiful fountain up front. Really rich people.

I was about to get out when the front door opened and a woman walked outside. She was wearing a tight maxi dress with a blazer over top as she made way directly to my car so I rolled down my window and looked down at her. "Baby will you come inside and stop sitting outside my home like a creep? We don't bite, unless you do first." She winked at me before opening my car door and putting her hand out for me. I smiled and took her hand as I stepped down from the car.

"Tall heels to be driving a big car like this." She said as I locked my car and walked inside with her. "Seven inches. I'm guessing you Mrs. De' Luca?" I asked, nervous as ever. "Since I was 16." She smiled proudly. I followed her deeper into the modern home and looked around at every detail. "Is Enzo not here?" I asked, walking into the kitchen. "Depends who's asking." My heart jumped as Enzo popped up behind me from nowhere. "Ah Romano." He said, shaking my hand. He wore a burgundy dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up with black pants and belt.

"Vanessa's daughter? Oh you look just like her." She said, "Andrea De' Luca." She hugged me tight and pulled a seat at the counter as she went to cook. Enzo took a seat next to me with a smile. "So what brings you here in this rain?" He asked and Andrea looked up waiting for an answer as she started to cut things on her cutting board. "I just wanted to know more about my contract, what you guys do and stuff." He looked at Andrea before back at me.

"Francesca, listen, your contract should be the least of your worries. It's not something serious compared to contracts I used to make." He said, tapping his hand against the counter. "I've never seen you guys at my hospital. What does it benefit you?" I didn't really care about the contract anymore but it didn't hurt to ask. "Your hospital is only a benefit of being alliance's with the Italian/German mob. We have our personal surgeons, no offense." He said through a chuckle. Filthy rich people. "She has no offense to take because I'm sure she knows she is good. Now baby are you allergic to anything?"

"Oh you don't have to cook me anything, I don't want to bother." I told her. "Well you're not leaving anywhere in this rain so are you allergic to anything?" Enzo shoved at me to answer. "She will shove the food down your throat if you don't answer her." She narrowed her eyes to him. "Just seafood." I told her.

"If you don't mind me asking why'd you step down? You seem fine to me and not really old." I looked him up and down and he was clearly not uncapable of doing his job. "Thank you Francesca but I step down when the boys are 18. Leave them my work. You only step down when you're old if you don't have an heir." He explained. "What if the heir is a girl?"

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