I sit in silence while the guys talk about tonight’s plan, worried what this secret his parents have been hiding from him is. Because if Massi’s suspicions about his dad are true, then what could be so serious he’d set up one of their own men to steal one of their crates in hopes to get Massi back in New York?
41
MASSIMO
“So I know it’s too late to be thinking about this, but as I was getting ready, I realized we don’t have masquerade masks for tonight,” Liana says, walking out of the closet.
I can’t help but stare, taking in her fucking astounding beauty in a silver one-shoulder dress that molds to her body and has the highest fucking slit I’ve ever seen. It’s too fucking high, but I can’t bring myself to say anything because she looks too damn good.
I grin, the memory of the first night we met popping up in my mind.
Liana tilts her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Just reminiscing,” I say as I walk toward her, my hands behind my back.
“Reminiscing about …?”
“You wore silver the last time we wore masquerade masks.”
“Ahh, yes that’s right. My silver sequin dress. That was a cute one. I made it for one of my classes where we had to work with challenging material.”
“And it works out because it matches the mask I have for you tonight.”
Her brows rise to her hairline. “When did you have time to go get a mask?”
I let out a humorous breath and take my hands out from behind my back to show her what’s in them.
Liana’s eyes widen. “Is that…” she says, taking the silver mask into her hands. “You kept this all these years?”
“Are you really that surprised?” I say lightly.
“What about?—”
I pull out the mask I wore that night from the inside pocket of my suit jacket, and Liana smiles, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t be surprised, and yet I still have no words.”
“I had to keep something of you from that night. I just didn’t realize we’d be using these ever again.”
“Will you help me put it on?” she asks, holding the beaded mask out to me.
I take the delicate fabric from her, then she turns around and I place the mask over her eyes, tying it in the back.
I stretch the string on my mask and put it over my head. When Liana turns around, she gazes into my eyes.
“Damn. This does bring back memories, huh?” she says.
“The good ones, I hope?”
She smiles and gives me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and squeeze her into me.
“You know,” I say. “We probably have a little bit of time to?—”
My phone goes off, interrupting us. With an annoyed sigh, I pull it from the inside pocket of my jacket and see it’s my brother.
“What is it, Gui?”
“I don’t have a mask.”
“That’s really what you’re calling me about?”
