“Yeah …” He points at us. “You two are still married, right?”
Matteo and I both look at each other, a blush spreading on my cheeks. I don’t even know what to say, so I just smile, and so does Matteo.
“Thought so,” Angelo says. “Well, I’m glad I could help you get rid of that son of a bitch who got in the way of your happiness.”
Sarah and Leticia come back in with a tray filled with different bottles of liquor and some salty snacks, and they place them all on the small table in the hallway.
“There you go,” Sarah says.
“Thank you, ladies,” Matteo responds.
He probably doesn’t want them listening in on our conversations and turning it into gossip.
Leticia and Sarah both walk back up the stairs, throwing glances at Angelo like he’s their favorite, and I can see why. The guy is handsome as hell, and most definitely Matteo’s brother because they’re two peas in a pod.
Matteo grabs a bottle of bourbon to fill up three glasses. “Lucio’s death calls for a celebration.”
“True, true. Although I don’t understand how a fucker like that got a house that massive,” Angelo says.
“Stealing,” Matteo responds.
“But what’s going to happen to the house now that he’s gone?” I ask.
“A makeover,” Angelo answers with a lopsided grin. “For its new owner.”
Matteo frowns as he hands us all a glass of liquor. “Who?”
Angelo’s smile broadens. “Me.”
We both look at him like he’s lost his mind.
“Cheers!” He clinks his glass against ours and takes a sip.
My jaw drops. “Wait, but the Agostini family will never acc—”
“Who cares? They can try to fight me over it,” Angelo boasts.
“Dad won’t approve,” Matteo tells him.
Angelo shrugs. “I guess we’re both disappointing sons, then.”
Matteo rolls his eyes. “You know, I’m impressed becauseI already know you’re going to spin this in a way that Dad will see as a benefit to him and drag him into your devious plan.”
Angelo points at Matteo with his glass. “See, now you get the picture.”
We all laugh, and Angelo chugs his drink and sets it down. “Well, anyway, I should leave you two to whatever it is young married couples do.” He winks.
“Like you don’t know.”
“No, I actually don’t. I’m not married.” He gives us an awkward wave as he heads back out. “See you both later.”
“Thanks for the help,” Matteo says.
“It was nice to meet you,” I say.
“Likewise. You two make a great match,” he responds, before walking out of the house.
When the door closes with a thud, we’re left with just the two of us, and the air has never been thicker with tension than it is now. I thought it’d be easier after the sex, but I was wrong … it’s way, way worse because every step he takes toward me feels like thunder in a chest locked inside my heart, and he’s the only one who holds the key.
