“That’s—”
“Completely true,” he finished flatly. “The Camorra’s going to work with him.”
“Oh.” I put my hands on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. I didn’t know what to say to this. I was glad Hale hadn’t killed me, but I was more concerned with what this revelation did to Achilles. “How do you…feel about it?”
“Pissed,” he growled. “Vello should’ve had the foresight to use a condom when he visited his hookers.”
“And…about your new family member?”
“We’ll see about that. He’s an annoying motherfucker.”
“Did you see his face?”
“Yeah.”
“What does he look like?”
“A one-dimensional football hero who cheats on his girlfriend so that she falls for the nerd in a bad chick flick.”
“First of all, that sounds like a great chick flick.” I squeezed his shoulders. “Second, I have a feeling this is going to be a fruitful collaboration. Tristan Hale is a capable man.”
“He is also undoubtedly a cunt if he has Ferrante blood running through his veins.” A frown touched his face, and he picked up his phone for the first time since he’d gotten back to the apartment.
“Have you been blowing up my phone?”
Fuck my life.
“No…?” I cringed.
His eyebrows shot up as his thumb scrolled through the texts.“Please answer your phone, I swear I didn’t even come from him, all I could think about was your dick in my ass?”He read from one of the less palatable text messages I’d sent him, tilting his head to examine me.
Feeling my blush burning through the first layer of my skin, I tried snatching the phone from him. He pulled his hand back and stood, a devious grin on his face.
“Give me that,” I huffed. “This is personal.”
“You texted it tome.”
“And you haven’t bothered answering,” I muttered bitterly.
“Hold on one second.” He put his finger up, frowning at the screen.“Please, baby, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make it better. I love you so much. You’re the only one for me.”
I rolled my eyes. “You ghosted me the entire day.”
“It’s been five hours since I left.”
“You always check on me.” I recognized my bratty tone and was past caring.
“I do.” He put his phone back down, taking a step toward me and tilting my head up to look at him. “I got caught up with the Tristan situation. And when it was over, I was eager to get home to unpack it with you, so I didn’t check my phone.”
My lower lip trembled. I messed with the collar of his shirt. “I may have…overreacted because of yesterday.”
Achilles studied me closely. “Why?”
“Because you don’t like sharing.”
“I’m not going to anymore. That was a one-time thing to prove to you that I’ve changed.”
“And how did it feel?”
