LC said after summoning me to his office at the dealership. “Me?” I asked, incredulous. “I’m just—” “Part of this family,” LC said swiftly. It took a moment for his words to sink in and for me to understand that he was saying I was part of this family, not theirs. With everything that had been happening, it was normal for a little paranoia to be creeping in, wasn’t it? LC continued, “And they think they have some kind of connection with you, so let’s use it. Thank them for reaching out.” “Okay,” I said, trying not to sound hesitant. The last thing I wanted to do was spend more time in the company of Sal Dash and his Mob associates. “There’s more,” my father-in-law said, motioning for me to make sure his office door was closed firmly and that no one was eavesdropping. I should have known that wasn’t all he wanted of me. There was always more when it came to LC and his orders. “We’re about to move on Alejandro’s organization through our California affiliates.”
