And I just agreed to take her and Lucrezia there.
I grab my phone, scrolling until I find Enzo's number. We'll need extra security, positioned throughout the club. Men watching every entrance and exit. Eyes on Zoe and Lucrezia at all times.
My thumb hovers over the call button, but I don't press it. Instead, I set the phone down and press my palms against my eyes.
What the hell am I doing? When did I start jumping at her commands?
The incident at Byron's house replays in my mind. The way I defended her, challenged him. The vulnerability I showed in the car afterward. Fucking amateur move.
I'm letting her get under my skin. Reacting instead of calculating. It's not just unprofessional—it's dangerous.
A dark laugh escapes me. The mighty Don Feretti,thrown off his game by a blonde with fire in her eyes. My enemies would have a field day if they knew.
I stand and walk to the window, staring out at the manicured grounds of the estate. I've spent years building walls, keeping my emotions locked down tight where they can't interfere with business. Where they can't be used against me.
Yet here I am, failing to control my rage one minute and showing weakness the next. All because of a woman I've known for barely two weeks. A woman I should be treating as a strategic alliance, nothing more.
The truth hits me hard: I'm going to regret tonight. Not just allowing them to go to Omertà, but going with them. Two headstrong women determined to have fun at a club where I'll need to watch every shadow, analyze every face, anticipate every threat.
My pain in the ass lately—both of them.
I stand and walk to my desk, reaching for my phone again. This time, I don't hesitate to make the call.
"Daniel." His name is all I need to say.
"Sir." His response is immediate, efficient. Always ready.
"We're going to Omertà tonight. I need you with us."
"Us?"
"My wife and sister." The words feel strange on my tongue.My wife. A title without substance.
"Understood. What time?"
"Nine-thirty. We'll take the Bentley."
I disconnect the call, my mind already calculating potential threats. Daniel Hayes isn't just my head of security—he's a fucking force of nature. Six-foot-four of pure muscle and military precision. The man spent years in Army Rangers before I convinced him to join myoperation. Took me months of persistent offers before he finally agreed.
Worth every fucking penny.
Daniel sees threats before they materialize. Moves like a shadow despite his size. And he's completely loyal—a quality worth more than gold in my world.
A knock at the door interrupts my thoughts.
"Enter."
Ginerva appears, carrying a small silver tray with a glass of water and two white pills.
"You asked for something for your headache, Don Feretti."
I nod, taking the pills from the tray. "Thank you, Ginerva."
Her eyes study my face for a moment, concern evident in her expression. But she doesn't pry, doesn't ask questions. She's been with our family since I was a boy—saw me grow up, saw my parents die, saw me take control when I was barely a man myself. She knows when to speak and when to remain silent.
After my parents were murdered, many of the staff left, afraid of the violence that had entered our home. Not Ginerva. She stayed, becoming the steady presence we needed when everything else was falling apart.
I swallow the pills, washing them down with the water.
