“Is it?”
Our mother wasn’t blind to who my brother was in this city.
“I have nothing to do with that,” Luca stated.
A knock on the door put a confused look on our faces as we weren’t expecting company.
“I’ll get it,” I said as I stood up.
When I opened the door, Emilio was lighting up a cigarette. I hadn’t seen him since the night I called for his help.
“Good, you answered the door. I’m sure you heard who the person was from the other night.”
I gulp, “I just found out.”
“Eyes are looking in your brother’s direction. I’m going to need to tell him.”
In sheer panic, I begged, “Please. No. He’s still getting over the Claire situation, and Antonio is adjusting from California to Chicago.”
“I’m in a bind here, Bethany. He has to know what I did for you. We can’t just ignore it.”
“He’ll hate me.”
Emilio shook his head, “He’ll forgive you. You’re his sister.”
My phone rang, and I saw it was none other than my brother. A chill rang through me. I hadn’t thought about gettingcaught last night up until now. What if someone saw? Or the camera footage? Too nervous to pick up, I let it go to voicemail. While drinking my coffee, I nervously look at my phone, waiting for a voicemail notification, but instead, the phone rings again. The ringing stops. My eyes never leave the screen of my phone. It rings again, and now I’m in full panic mode. Luca never calls this many times unless he’s pissed about something. This time, he left a voicemail.
After hearing it, I breathed a sigh of relief. If Luca did find out, he would come pounding at my door and not call. I need to relax. Picking up my phone, I call Natasha.
“Hey, where have you been?” she asked.
I roll my eyes, “Busy getting things done for my brother.”
“Isn’t that what Emilio is there for?”
I laughed to myself; she didn’t understand the roles of the lifestyle, no matter how many times I explained it.
“Things around the office. He hired a new developer.”
“Okay, because Tiff swears you're mad about Alfie.”
I had forgotten about them hooking up, but honestly, I didn’t care.
I comment, “As long as she doesn’t expect him to fall in love with her.”
“Guess who came into my dad’s bar a few nights ago?”
“Who?”
“Emilio.”
I freeze at the sound of his name. Natasha is my best friend, but I wouldn’t tell her about crossing the line with my brother’s right-hand man. I didn’t tell her much of anything when it came to my family.
“Was he alone?” I asked.
“Looks like he was on a date with some blonde, tall blonde chick who wore red lipstick. When I went to take her drink order, she didn’t sound like she was from around here.”
Hearing this made me jealous, but I had to play it off. “I’m surprised you didn’t get more info. You’re usually the nosy type.”
