“Apparently no one,” I grumble.
Once again, Liana has ignored me all day. She’s officially making me spiral out of fucking control.
“Troubles with the missus?” Gio says, raising a brow at me.
“Something like that.”
“You know, you never got around to telling us how things came about between the two of you,” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, there’s clearly some fucking history there, so what is it?”
I let out a sigh, then tell my brothers about the night Liana and I met and how I ended up using Alessia Caruso to get her to marry me.
“Damn, no wonder she hates you,” Gui laughs out.
“She doesn’t hate me,” I grumble. “She’s just… getting used to me.”
Gio laughs. “That’s one way to put it.”
“She is.” I end up telling them about what happened at the club without going into too much detail, and how I’ve been waiting for her to talk to me about it, which is why my eyes have been glued to my phone.
“How has all of this happened, and we’re just hearing about it now?” Gio says.
“Yeah, I can’t believe all these years, you’ve been pining over Liana DiMaggio. I had no idea. I’m kind of impressed with your ability to keep shit from us,” Gui says.
“It wasn’t that hard,” I mumble.
“So now she needs distance from you to come to terms with all this?” Gio says.
“Yup,” I say.
“And you’re actually giving it to her?” Gui says.
I slide my gaze to his. “Yes…”
“Interesting,” Gio says.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“I’m just saying, since when doesnotgoing after what you want, do any good for you? You had to go after Liana to get her to marry you, so you’re most likely going to have to fucking go after her to get her to come to terms with whatever the fuck you two are.”
“Husband and wife, Gio. We’re husband and wife,” I snap.
“Yeah, on paper, but in the actual terminology of it, it sounds like you’re roommates who got a little too close one night and now it’s fucking awkward.”
I narrow my gaze on my brother, not liking that he just called Liana and meroommates. What the fuck?
“You know what, fine, I’ll call her,” I say, picking up my phone and dialing her number.
Just as I expected, she lets it go to voicemail.
“Sounds like your wife is ghosting you,” Gui says.
“No, she fucking isn’t.”
Gio shrugs. “Kind of seems like it.”
