I frown at him. “So what now?”
“We don’t listen.”
“We?”
The smirk on his face slowly grows bigger and bigger until it infects me too, and we both laugh out loud.
“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, right?” He winks, grabs another glass, and fills it up with more vodka, then raises his, so we toast together. “Tell me when and where, and I’ll be there. No questions asked.”
“Thanks,” I say.
“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t help you solve all your problems and pretended I was the solution all along?”
What an arrogant asshole. Reminds me too much of myself.
MATTEO
“Speaking of problems …”He eyes the edge of the staircase behind me. “Was thatthegirl?”
“What do you mean?”
He wriggles his brows. “The girl you stole.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Marital problems are always complicated, Matteo.” He laughs.
My lips part. “How did you—”
“Know you married her in Lucio’s stead?” He makes a tsk sound. “You should know better than to question Dad’s methods to infiltrate important … meetings.” He takes another big sip of his drink.
Hmm … That Costa mole sure knows a lot about Agostini business. No wonder they’re always fighting.
“She’s my wife, yes,” I say, glancing at the staircase for asecond. “For better or worse.”
“Sounds like she’s quite the firecracker.”
“If only you knew,” I reply.
He licks his lips. “You should go talk to her.”
“She already hates me. No need to add fuel to the fire.” I turn to look at him again. “And since when is the eternal playboy giving me advice on how to deal with women?”
He grins. “You’re talking to the family Casanova.”
I nearly snort up my drink. “Wow. That’s rich, even from you.”
“I’m just saying, I know a thing or two about how to make them happy.”
“Happy enough to jump your dick.” I snort.
“Same thing. The point is, you need to keep them content to get what you want.”
“Life is all a transaction to you, isn’t it?” I mutter. “She’s a human being with a heart.”
“And you want to make it yours,” he says.
I lower my drink. “I never said that.”
