“Stop it, Bianca,” Samantha mutters.
“What? They’ve been married a month. I just want to know how things are going.”
Trying to stop the conversation from derailing, I answer, “Augusto’s been kind to me since the wedding, and I appreciate everything he does for me.”
She leans her elbows on the table, giving me a curious look. “Yeah, but do you like him? Do you find him attractive? Do you think you’ll fall in love at some point?”
I take a huge gulp of my soda while my cheeks begin to grow warm.
Samantha shoots her daughter another look of warning. “Jesus, Bianca. You just don’t know when to stop, do you?”
“What? This is what lunches are for. We get to gossip and share all our juicy news.”
Suddenly, a smile spreads over my face as I realize I’m having a girls' day out, and even though Bianca is very straightforward, I find that I love it.
I fidget as I wipe the condensation from my glass, then admit, “I like the side of Augusto I’ve gotten to know the past week.”
“Ooooh…” Bianca wags her eyebrows at me. “And which side would that be?”
“He’s been very gentle and attentive.”
He treats me like I’m a woman he finds interesting and beautiful.
The corner of my mouth lifts. “I think he’s very attractive, and maybe with time it will be okay if I develop feelings for him.”
“Aww…” Bianca presses her hand to her heart. “There’s nothing as amazing as falling in love. I hope my brother sweeps you off your feet.”
Luckily, the server brings our food, and I get a moment to process my emotions, because the thought of Augusto sweeping me off my feet is both daunting and exciting.
Chapter 18
Augusto
As Lorenzo drives us toward the warehouse near the shipping yard where we print the counterfeit notes, I mumble, “You and my sister.”
“Yep.”
I’m still trying to process the shock that came out of left field when he told me he wants to date Bianca.
“Why?”
“Do you really want to hear why I have the hots for Bianca?”
“No,” I grumble.
The fucker chuckles. “She’s the life of every party. She lights up every room she walks into, and I love that she always speaks her mind.”
Hearing how in love he is, I wonder how the fuck I didn’t see it.
“I’m serious about Bianca,” he repeats the words he told me earlier when he asked for my blessing.
“Be good to her,” I say.
“I will.”
Lorenzo pulls up to the warehouse, and as we get out, a bullet bounces off the back window right beside me.
I react instantly, drawing my weapon while I duck, but a bullet rips through my jacket and grazes the left side of my chest, before it slams into the front passanger seat. The wound burns like a match has been lit to my skin.
