She glances at the door. “I mean, I had plans…”
“If your plans included Antonio, you’re too late. He just left.”
“Shit,” she mumbles, then glances at my phone and up at me. “Fine. What do you need?”
“Can you go hang with Giovanna for a bit? I have some things I have to do, and she’s…upset.”
Olivia narrows her eyes at me. “Why? What did you do?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly. “But she’s sensitive right now, and she needs a friend.”
Olivia nods. “Fine. I always liked her. Is she at your suite at Dragovari Tower?”
I shake my head. “No, I’ll text you the address.” I drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Thank you, Olivia. I appreciate this.”
She grins. “I like you so much better since you got together with her. I’m glad you two found your way back to each other.”
I agree. I hope she feels the same.
38
Giovanna
It takes far longer than it should to get Una and my father out of my fucking house—safe house, my ass. When the door finally shuts behind them, I drop onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling for what feels like hours, just thinking.
Fuming.
Raging.
When I can’t take it anymore, I text Tommy. Then text him again. Over and over. Nothing. He left early this morning, saying something vague about meeting Vin at the Edge, and I haven’t heard from him since.
After an hour of staring at my phone, waiting, I finally turn it off to avoid throwing it through a wall. The silence is eating me alive.
Now I’m pacing, eating cold pasta straight from the fridge, throwing things just to hear them break. None of it helps.
When the doorbell rings, I freeze. Tommy’s got guards posted for miles around this place; nobody gets past them unless they’re cleared. Still, my pulse jumps. If it’s Una or one of my parents, I swear I’m going to jail today.
I yank the door open, ready for a fight—and blink.
Olivia stands on the porch with two coffee cups in hand and a blinding grin. The smell of coffee hits me like a punch, bitter and nauseating, and I take a step back, hand to my stomach. She mistakes it for an invitation and sweeps inside.
“Girl! Look at you!” she says, brushing past me. “I know you’ve been through it, but damn, you look hot as fuck!”
I half-smile and shake my head. She’s like a young version of Lexi. Makes me miss that Dubai-loving bitch.
“I am not hot as fuck. Do you owe me money? Or are you here to tell me that my fiancé is fucking his assistant?”
Her eyes pop open wide as the smile freezes on her face. “Um, none of the above?”
She flops down on the couch, and I settle into one of the chairs as she slides one of the coffees at me. I wave it off too fast, and she lifts an eyebrow.
“No coffee? Are you sick?”
I force a laugh and pull a lie out of my ass. “I just…I had too much already today. Jittery.”
She nods slowly, watching me, and settles back against the cushions. “You hungry then? We could order in some Chinese food.”
The thought turns my stomach. I shake my head again. “Pass.”
