Sweet Prison (Perfectly Imperfect #10)

“No. The decision has been made, and I’m not changing my mind.” I squeeze the phone between my shoulder and my ear and reach for the plate of prosciutto. “The men stay put. It’s not up for discussion, Salvo.”

The pan sizzles as I drop the slices of Italian ham over the egg mixture. An omelet is the only dish I know how to make, but I’m not letting any fucking stranger come near Zahara’s food. Once Peppe gets here, I’ll tell him that he’s in charge of the kitchen from now on. I’m sure he will be thrilled with his new duty. I just don’t trust any of the staff. He better know how to cook or we might have a problem.

“You can’t give orders before the meeting with the Council, Massimo.”

“No shit?” I grab a plate out of the cupboard. “Well, in that case, feel free to come over and tell them to leave.”