Did he think we were engaged?
“So soon after James’ death,” he added.
“James died two years ago, Mr. Scava.”
“Scava,” Dominic said from beside me, his arm circling my waist. “Where’s your nephew?”
Angus Scava’s face hardened. “He had to take care of some business.”
“He took care of some business close to home, and I don’t appreciate it,” Dominic said, tugging on the cuff of his shirt.
“No. Nor do I. He will be dealt with.”
“He kil—” I started, anger rising.
“I’ll do the dealing,” Dominic said, cutting me off.
They were talking about Mateo’s death, about my kidnapping, like it was nothing.
Scava looked at Dominic. They stood the same height, eye to eye, two powerful men unafraid of battle. Beside them, Salvatore watched, dark and dangerous.
“Gentlemen,” Roman began, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. “Now is neither the time nor the place.”
Dominic’s jaw tightened as he turned his face to his uncle. He no longer tried to hide his resentment of the older man.
Mr. Scava watched the confrontation, a small smile playing along his lips.
“What time is the reading of the will, Uncle?” Dominic asked through gritted teeth.
Roman checked his watch. “Within the hour. We should go.”
Dominic nodded then turned to Scava. “This conversation isn’t over.”
“Certainly not,” the older man said. “Gianna, pleasure to see you looking so…recovered.”
Dominic’s fingers dug into the skin of my arm.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Mr. Scava watched Dominic lead me away, the look in his eyes so different to how he’d looked at me before.
“Was James like his father?” Dominic asked as we climbed into the SUV, Salvatore and Lucia taking the backseat.
Why did it feel like a taunt? “James was nothing like him.”
Dominic turned to face me. “He would have been boss of the family had he survived.”
I shook my head, perhaps being naive. I didn’t care. “He wasn’t like his father.”
“I’m like him,” Dominic said. “Ruthless. Cold. Merciless.”
I held his gaze, knowing he used his words as a warning. Knowing I would be smart to heed him.
“Not to me,” I said instead. “Not anymore.”
Dominic’s surprise at my words showed up on his face. It was the slightest change, but I didn’t miss it.
“Are you ready, brother? Roman is not going to be pleased,” Salvatore said.
