“Sure, boss.”
“Chicks before dicks!” I holler, hoping for some sisterly solidarity from Paris, but she’s too busy screaming at Angelo to notice.
This evening has been way more fun than I expected, mostly at Angelo’s expense. As I collapse on my bed, it occurs to me I’m not afraid of Angelo.
Heshouldscare me.
As Lorenzo Di Rossi’s son and heir, I know he has blood on his hands. But despite how badly I behaved this evening, there have been no repercussions. I grin to myself. Even if he bins my Amazon wishlist, it was worth it to see the look on his face when I accused him of cheating with Paris.
A giggle escapes before fading when I realize that yes, he did actually cheat. Even though I left him immediately after the wedding, if he fucked other women in the last year, he cheated.
It takes some effort to remind my delulu self that I don’t care. He might be my husband legally speaking, but it’s only a piece of paper. If I had the means to hire a decent divorce lawyer with the balls to go up against a powerful mafia family, I could get my bullshit marriage annulled.
But we all know that’s not going to happen.
I sigh.
For all I know, Angelo has made up with Paris and is busy banging her and her bestie. Or some other woman.
Kane brought me back to the house, escorted me inside, and then left. I half expected a lecture about my poor behavior, but he said nothing. Instead he spent the journey tapping away on his phone, and after fifteen minutes of the silent treatment, I shut my eyes and dozed off. Unfortunately, that means I’mwide awake now. And also thirsty because drinking too much champagne has given me a dry mouth.
Since there’s zero chance I can sleep right now, I crawl out of my bed and strip down to my panties, leaving the gorgeous dress, which apparently Angelo chose, in a pile of red silk on the floor. A brief twinge of shame about treating such a lovely dress that way has me chewing my lip before I decide I don’t care.
It’s not like I’ll wear it again.
After tugging on a loose tee, I go back downstairs to grab a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator.
As I push open the kitchen door, Luka appears in a pair of shorts. Nothing else. Just some blue shorts.
Damn.
Be still my raging hormones.
I scurry over to the refrigerator, hoping the cold air will cool my heated cheeks.
“I hear you had fun tonight.” His husky laugh makes me freeze. How does he know? I thought he’d been busy doing something with his friends. Lady friends. Very attractive lady friends.
Nope.
Not going there.
“It was more entertaining than I expected.”
Luka laughs louder. “There are a few videos on TikTok. I especially like the one where you accuse Angelo of cheating.”
Oh god. Fina will be so upset with me. I feel bad now. Aside from Luka, she’s the only person who’s been nice to me. And how have I repaid her? By making her job hell.
She must hate me.
Cold air wafts out from the refrigerator as I snag a bottle of water, cooling my overheated cheeks. When I stand, I gaze around the kitchen, wondering where the cameras are. Luka notices.
“They’re everywhere. Angelo’s very risk averse. He has a lot of precious things he wants to protect.”
“Or things he wants to prevent from escaping,” I mutter as I break the seal on the water and lean back against the counter. Cold liquid slides down my throat, quenching my thirst. A few drips miss my lips and trickle down my chest. Luka’s gaze follows them.
The tension between us thickens as he stalks forward like a panther.
Most of the time, I see very little of Angelo in Luka. Whereas Angelo’s eyes are like bottomless obsidian pools, Luka’s eyes are blue, like the ocean. He has finer, prettier features. No less masculine, but softer than the sharp angles of his older brother’s face.
