“No shit. You’re sure about that?” Dom asked.
“I ordered three, and only one arrived, so I’m sure.”
“Were they stolen?” Dom asked.
“I think they were. Loren wants me to let him know before I make accusations.” I scowled.
“Damn. Will one box be enough to hold you over?”
“Definitely.” I checked my email and saw one from Veronica about a private event. “We’ve been splitting the boxes between my place, Gio’s, and Dean’s.”
“It won’t be a big deal. We’ll get some boxes from Isabel’s,” Gio said, putting an arm around his wife.
I nodded. It wasn’t like everyone ordered it; I just didn’t like running low on supplies. I needed to stop thinking about it. I read the rest of Veronica’s email. She wanted to bring some of the employees from Oui to Scarab for a special event. I’d have to sit down with her and Dominic to discuss this.
“Hypothetically speaking, what would happen if Lenora doesn’t marry the Duke?” Isabel asked Dominic.
My ears perked up. I pocketed my phone and waited for Dom’s answer. Only because I was curious, not because it mattered. I didn’t want to marry Lenora. I decided I would give her what she wanted and move on. I thought about the balcony and her taste when I licked her neck. It was lemon and vanilla and fresh. She might look like an angel, but a little devil was inside her, and I was dying to unleash it. The thought of having her underneath me, on top of me, however, I could get her, was making me hard again. I was such an asshole for thinking about fucking her as I stood next to her brother.
“You mean if my father called the wedding off?” Dom asked, “Or if she somehow disappeared?”
“Is there a difference?” Isabel asked.
Gio snorted. “Huge difference.”
“If my dad calls the wedding off, he’d bear the repercussions. I don’t know what that would mean, but no one messes with Giuseppe, so I doubt there will be any,” Gabe said. “If Lenora ‘disappears,’ Dad will lose his shit, and Adriano will wreak havoc.”
“Why? It’s not like he’s in love with her. He doesn’t even know her,” Emma said.
“Not everything is about love, Emmaline,” I said, smirking when she flashed me her middle finger.
“Adriano is a lot like my father,” Dom said. “He gets off on possessing things. Right now, he thinks he owns the almighty Giuseppe De Luca’s daughter. It may not mean much here but in Italy? That’s huge.”
“Not to mention, he’s been bragging about how pure she is to everyone and how he might deflower her in front of them,” Gabe said, clearly disgusted. A spark of anger shot through me.
“Where’d you hear that?” Dom asked, his voice low and controlled. “Where the hell did you hear that, Gabriel, and why are you just telling me now?”
“Because I know how you get, and as much as I would love to stop this wedding, you know it’s impossible without going to war,” Gabe said. “She’s going to be his wife.”
“So that means he should be able to do whatever the fuck he wants to her?” Dominic asked, still composed, but the veins in his neck were throbbing. “Because she’s his wife, he should be able to deflower ourlittle sisterin front of people? What the fuck, Gabe?”
“Who’s everyone?” I asked, my high officially gone, the relaxed feeling replaced by quiet rage.
“Adriano throws these huge parties,” Gabe started.
“Orgies,” Gio said.
“Orgies that you and Dom used to attend,” Gabe said, raising an eyebrow.
“Fun times.” That was Isabel. She sounded more amused than upset.
“Gross.” That was Rosie.
“Watch it.” Dom glared at his brother. He looked down at his wife and said, “I was eighteen and only went once.”
“Oh, fuck off. You two weren’t even together and Rosie knows you weren’t a saint,” Gabe said. I could feel Dominic was a second away from pulling his gun on his brother, so I stepped in.
“Gabe,” I snapped. “Just tell us what the fuck you heard.”
