"A grand opening?" I peered down at the invitation in my husbands hands, an intricately designed card with gold lettering addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Jason and Amaria Greene. "It's still a few weeks away. Who sent it?"
"Saverio Alcunze." Jason frowned down at the name as he turned over the envelope in his hand. "I know that surname. The Alcunze family is in Italian crime."
Gasp. "Why would they invite us?"
"They probably caught wind of Delilah's problem from the Serbians." He tapped the edge of the card on the granite countertop of the kitchen island. "This is either very good or very bad. We have to play our cards right here."