“You want me looking respectable for those assholes?” he asked, but he took it.
“I know about Effie,” I said, sitting down.
He met my eyes but remained silent.
“You haven’t told anyone all these years?”
“What, that I knocked up a DeMarco? All while father hands you one on a silver fucking platter.” He shook his head in disgust. “You’re the golden boy, aren’t you? First it was Sergio, then you. Fuck Dominic.”
I wanted to punch him but had to remind myself why he was being defensive. “I’m sorry I didn’t make it easier for you to talk to me.”
“Don’t get sentimental on me now.” He said, then returned his attention to buttoning his shirt before continuing. “Does father know?”
“No. Only Roman and I. That’s how it’ll stay unless you decide to tell him.”
He nodded, and I knew it was as close to an actual thank-you that I would get.
“Tell me about Luke DeMarco’s shooting.”
Nothing.
“Isabella and you were working together with Pagani, Jr.”
He snorted. “He is a colossal fuckup. Fucking dimwit.”
“That we can agree on. They’ll be here soon, Dominic. We’re all going to be in a room together. I would rather know the truth now, from you.”
A knock came on the door.
“Sir.”
It was Marco. “Come in.”
He opened the door and glanced at Dominic but spoke to me. “Isabella DeMarco is here.”
I checked my watch. “She’s early.” It was barely six a.m. “Does Lucia know?”
Marco gave me a short nod.
“Of course she does. Where are they?”
“Your study.”
“All right. I’ll be right there. Make sure they stay in there until I get there.”
“I will.”
He closed the door. I turned back to Dominic, who’d finished dressing and was now combing his hair, studying me.
“Last chance to tell me everything.”
“Go get everyone under control, brother. I’ll see you when it’s time for the meeting.”
“Suit yourself.” I walked out of the room and directly to my study.
Lucia and Isabella sat on the couch talking in whispers when I walked in. Lucia at least had the grace to give me a meek smile.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said to her.
