All Mine. All Yours.

Chapter Eleven.

* Cole's POV *

I am in Tony's room, working out, when my father loudly calls out for me in the hallway. I set a weight down, and head out.

"Care to join me for a ride in the Bentley? I need to go check on our warehouse."

I smile.

"Yeah, just gimme a second to go shower."

My father says alright as he says he will wait downstairs.

"I can make us some sandwiches before we head out; tomatoes, bacon, and mayonaise sandwiches," I say, and his eyes smile like a kid. Now I see where I get most of my genes from, that playfulness I inherited from my father.

After I have showered and hurry down the stairs to make my father and I some lunch, my phone rings. It's Ricardo, calling to check in and ask how things are going.

"How are things going with the warehouse?" He asks, and I say good before telling him about the second one.

"That's awesome, tell uncle Zane I said congrats," he says, and I say I will let him know.

"So when are you all coming here next?" I ask, and Ricardo says he would like to take some time off to visit us.

"I will try to talk with my mother, no, on second thought, I will talk to my father, and have him talk to her about going there," he says as he laughs, and I laugh, too. My aunt, she works a lot. A hard worker nontheless, but, doesn't know when to take time off.

* Francesca's POV *

I am looking through some papers and resumes when one of my waitresses walk in, and she complains about the new girl not helping out this morning.

"Send her in," I say, and before the girl walks off she mentions to me that she has an appointment to go to tomorrow morning.

"Thank you for the notice," I say before she leaves, and a few minutes later the new girl Monica walks in. I have never personally liked this girl, but I gave her a chance when she said one of her friends, who has since left, recommended her. I have only kept her around because finding employees who work hard is scarce, but lately, I have been getting some girls who come in looking for work, and their resumes are excellent.

I look Monica up and down, and instead of wasting my breath, I fire her on the spot.

Her mouth drops open, and I smile.

"Go. Pack your things, and enjoy your time with Stacey," I icicly say, "oh, and, tell her I say hello," I say, wanting to mention Richard, but I keep mum on that. Us Mancini's, we name our Berettas.

Monica gives me a confused look as she turns around and exits my office.

* Tony's POV *

One of my biggest mistakes is not having told Carla about what line of work I do, along with letting her in on my private life, into my world. The Mafia, it's a life where it is unpredictable, full of uncertainty, not knowing if we will get shot or stabbed by someone who we work for or sell guns to when we work for the cops, so having met Stephanie, I figure I need to open up at some point to her about, and I figure I will talk with my twin and have him help me out on what to say.

"What's on your mind?" Stephanie asks as I pull into the parking lot of the burger joint.

"Nothing," I say, brushing things off as I put my vehicle in park.