Chiara
Luka’s barely said a word since we brought him home. He refuses to look me in the eye, and when I asked if he wanted to watch something with me, he shook his head and said he preferred to be alone.
Ants crawl under my skin and I feel like punching someone, preferably my husband. The bastard refuses to discuss anything related to Luka’s overdose. When I asked, he just dismissed me and said they were dealing with it. Whatever that means.
When I woke up this morning, there was an indentation on the pillow next to mine, and the sheets smelled of cologne. I figured it had to be Kane, but I found out an hour ago he left last night and has yet to return.
That means Angelo came into my room while I slept and crawled into bed with me. A few months ago, I’d have clawed his face off if he’d tried that, but things have changed. I don’t know how I feel about him anymore.
I don’t even know if, given the opportunity, I’d leave him.
How can I leave Luka?
Or Felix?
Coco would come with me, but I couldn’t take Felix.
Ugh, my life has become a gigantic, confusing mess.
Fina sits at the kitchen table swiping through her phone. Her hair is scraped back into a ponytail and she’s dressed in a gigantic sweater and pink leggings. It’s a way more casual look on her than I’m used to. The minute Angelo leaves, I scurry over to her.
“Are you alright?”
She looks up with red-rimmed eyes and scoffs. “No. I feel like death. If I’d known how horrible pregnancy was, I’d have had my tubes tied.”
“That bad, eh?” I pat her arm in a gesture of sympathy. “You make an excellent case for never having sex again.”No joke.
“You say that, but I see the way you eye-fuck Kane when you think nobody’s watching,” she teases. My face heats and I cough, thankful Kane isn’t around.
“He’s…pretty.”
She chuckles, a sparkle of amusement lighting up her expression for the first time in days.
“Pretty dangerous, you mean. Nobody ever called Kane pretty and lived to tell the tale.”
Her comment makes me curious. “How long have you known him?”
“Since he started working for my father when he turned sixteen.”
That takes me by surprise. I assumed he and Angelo met at school or whatever. It’s obvious their friendship dates back many years.
“How come?”
“Kane’s father was a deadbeat drunk. Since Kane’s mother wasn’t around and his grandmother was sick and couldn’t care for him, one of the street guys offered him a job. Dad saw him beat the crap out of an older guy one day and offered him aposition as one of Angelo’s bodyguards. He was a big bastard even then.” She smiles before her lips flatten. “He knew the boys would form a relationship as they were close in age. Dad is strategic. Kane became Angelo’s protector and enforcer, and also his best friend, which gives our father leverage. Hurt Kane and you hurt Angelo.”
The more I learn about Lorenzo, the more I despise him. The man’s a monster.
“I’d better go,” she sighs. “Dad expects me home for dinner.”
She makes no move to leave, though. “Has he said anymore about, you know what?” I’m reluctant to say the word marriage in case it triggers a meltdown. Fina’s strong, but we all have our limits.
“No. But he won’t tell me anything until it’s a done deal.” Without thinking, I reach for her hand and squeeze it lightly.
“I’m on your side.” I flash her a fake-as-fuck smile. “My offer to kill the bastard still stands.” She smirks before her eyes widen in alarm.
“Who are you plotting to kill, princess?” Angelo sounds amused rather than furious, so he can’t have heard the rest of our conversation.
“You, darling. Make sure you sleep with one eye open.” I wink at Fina before sauntering out of the kitchen.
