While I was too shocked to form an appropriate response, I swallowed against the sudden tears threatening to fall. How the fuck had it come to this? How had that boy reduced me—Lorenzo Rossi—hardcore Mafia head, into a mushy lover ready to shed tears at every fucking turn.
“It’s called love, Lorenzo.” I frowned and he continued, “the questions you’re asking yourself.”
Fuck, if this man could read me just by my expressions, I could only imagine how he handled his business decisions.
“I’ll see you tonight at seven.” It was a statement not a question.
I stared at his receding back as he walked out. What the fuck just happened? I barked out a laugh, still floating in a state of shock.
“I’m guessing he came with good news?”
I stared at my bodyguard. “Now I can understand your surprise at his arrival. He bulldozed his way into my office and ends with ordering me to be at his house tonight.”
“And that’s a bad thing, how?”
“Are you seriously questioning me right now, Rio?” I asked, my tone laced with humor. “Why should I even listen to the fucking man?”
“Because he made you smile, laugh actually,” Dario’s words blew me for a second.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
He shrugged. “Rayden once asked me if you’re always a dickface who never smiles. And a fuckface when you’re angry. To answer his question right now. Yes, boss you’ve always been a dickface. The last two weeks, though, you’ve been a fuckface. Today, you’re smiling. And the crux of those two last sentences, is Rayden. Did I answer your question?”
I threw back my head in a hard laugh and Dario grinned like it were an unusual phenomenon. It was. “Did he really call me that?”
He nodded. “So, I guess you’re going to his home tonight?”
I smiled as my phone rang on the desk. Zayne Morrone’s name flashed across the screen.
Dario noticed and his brow shot up. “Italy is a go then?” I nodded and reached for the phone. “Does Remo know?”
My brother was taking care of Alessia when I’d made the decision. “Tell him,” I replied then answered, “Zayne.”
Chapter 50
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