The Don's Daughter

Chapter 60

SERGIO'S POV

I hate waiting. The kid is right though they can not have any suspicion that we have her location. I hate that he's right. I don't really. I'm very proud of the man he's become but I hate that him being right means I have to sit on the sidelines while my baby girl is being tortured by Morretti.

Fucking Aldo Moretti has been a thorn in my side for far to long. He's from Sicily where my parents are from. We were never friends but his father worked for my organization under my father and he came up with me. Things really only began to go south when we were in Italy conducting buisness. I was in the office of my family's villa and this douche comes stumbling in talking about a girl. I was barely paying attention looking at spreadsheets and drinking espresso.

Flashback.

"What's her name?" Marcello asked.

"No idea." Aldo shrugged his sholders.

"Did you get her number?" Sal asked.

"No" he shakes his head. Sal looks at me and rolls his eyes.

"She's down in Sicily vacationing with a friend and they invited us out tonight. We need to go! You should see the tits on this one."

I look up from the papers and glare at him. "Don't you have a fiancé?"

"Yeah but you know the life." He shrugged. Sal, Marcello and I made eye contact. We are old school where you die by your word. Marriage is your word. Some others in the organization feel differently.

"I have work to do." I finish off my coffee and continue taking notes.

"What's it going to hurt going to a bar Serg?" Sal says to me. "If it sucks we'll come back. No harm no foul. You need to get your nose out of mergers and acquisition for a while." He says using finger quotes. I'm currently looking at drug profits.

"Plus your grumpy ass needs to unwind." Marcello chips in.

I roll my eyes at my best friends "Fine I'll give you an hour."

"Gee how thoughtful" Marcello rolls his eyes.

"That will barely give us any time to cuddle after." Sal mocks me and slaps me on the back.

We get to the bar and Aldo and my friends are on cloud nine. I have eight million things on my mind but they are right I need to unwind. I take a seat at the end of the bar and pivot the stool so my back is too the wall. I can see a clear view of the door and no one can sneak up behind me.

I'm nursing my second Disaronno on the rocks when Sal comes up to me.

"I need you to be my wingman."

"I'm not entertaining an ugly chick all night so you can get laid."

"It's not like that. Her friend is really pretty." I can hear the excitement in his voice. "I don't even care if I get laid I just like this girl. We are hitting it off." I look at my best friend and see that he is actually sincere. "Per favore?"

"Credo di sì amico mio but this girl better be your wife." I point at him and glare pretending to be sincere.

He just laughs and leads me over to them. "Sergio this is Rosalia and her best friend Nicoletta, ladies this is my best friend Sergio."

Nicole looked at me with those big eyes and I knew I'd never belong to anyone else.

"Its just Nicole, Can I call you Gio?" She asked.

"You are the only one allowed to call me that." I say staring into her eyes. She blushed.

Marcello met up with us back at my spot at the bar and we all spoke for hours. The bar had become more crowded so Nicole  had moved to sitting on my lap and Sal had done the same thing with Sadie.