I didn’t mind caring for Antonio while my brother was away, but he never did last-minute trips. Something had to be wrong.
“Is there an emergency?”
Luca looked at me blankly, “One of the New York families wants to speak to me personally.”
I roll my eyes, “Since when have you taken the time of day to speak to someone below you at such short notice?”
“Someone mentioned something to Emilio that raised a concern. I need to know what that is.”
“Emilio usually takes care of those things without you.” Speaking Emilio’s name was making me jittery.
“It’s something I need to see with my own eyes. We won’t be gone for long.”
“I have you covered,” I assured him.
Luca nodded his head and walked out. Shutting the door, I lean against it and sigh in relief. Emilio hadn’t said a word. Thank god. As I approach my bed, my phone on the nightstand goes off. It was a text from Alfie.
Rolling my eyes, I wasn’t even going to answer. Placing my phone back on the stand, I hop on the bed. As I lay down, I got another message. Reaching for the phone, it was again Alfie.
Ignoring the message, I place the phone on the pillow beside me, only for it to go off again. This time it was Natasha.
Ugh. I toss my phone on the other end of the bed. Am I the only one not getting laid tonight?
Chapter 7
It’s been three days with Emilio gone, which I thought would have allowed me to get bored of replaying different scenarios in my mind with him. But no. All I could think about was Emilio, which was frustrating. How many times can you masturbate to the thought of the same man?
Pulling up to my job, I look up at the sign. DeCarlo Sites. It was my brother’s company, which I was the officer manager. Although working wasn’t a necessity, it helped pass the time. Luca and Emilio weren’t always in the office; it was saved for legitimate business meetings. They would conduct everything else at the lounge, where you’d mostly find them. After a boring day, I leave the office to pick Antonio up from school.
“Hey, B,” Antonio popped his head into the car. “Can we take Stacey home?”
I smile, “Sure.”
Boys always had it easier. Antonio having a girlfriend before he was even a teenager was completely fine; when I was his age, if a boy even tried to speak to me, he would get threatened. Antonio opens the back door to let his girlfriend in first, then slides in beside her. Watching them hold hands was cute, but then I wondered if they were doing other things.
“So, how is school?” I asked them.
“AP classes suck,” Antonio replied. “How am I supposed to keep up with soccer practice at school and the travel team while keeping a good average?”
“I’m sure you’ll manage.”
“Ant is on varsity,” Stacey smiled. “He should just step down from AP classes if soccer is his main focus.”
I was impressed with my nephew, although not surprised; Antonio was good at soccer, maybe even better than Luca was at his age. “Your father will be proud. Not sure he’d make you drop AP classes.”
Looking in the rearview mirror, Stacey rolled her eyes. She was stuck, but I tried to be nice for Antonio’s sake.
“I know,” Antonio replied, “But maybe if my favorite aunt would talk to him?”
I laugh, “Now I’m your favorite? You didn’t say that when Rita bought you those limited edition sneakers.”
Antonio smirked; he looked like Luca, with sandy brown hair and green eyes. “You know the others get jealous if I say it out loud. Plus, you and I both know your dad’s favorite sister.” He was a smooth talker, just like his father, knowing exactly what to say and how to say it.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
Antonio and Stacey carried on their conversation in the backseat.
“OMG,” Stacey gushed, “Brit is having people over this weekend. Wanna go?”
