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I stomp towards the bathroom, intentionally brushing past him as I move. “You are an asshole, and, it doesn’t matter how many times you act like it,Idon’t fucking belong to you or anyone else.”

I slam the door shut.

16

Antonio

When I arrive at the club, Luca and Lorenzo are already seated, waiting.

I collapse on the velvet sofa beside theirs and swing one arm above the rim. Luca lifts a tumbler to his lips with a brow raised, and when the light flashes in his direction, I see the question in his eyes directed at me. I ignore him.

Lorenzo takes his gun out of the holster between his belt, drops it on the center table, and runs a hand through his hair as he leans back.

“Judging by that look on Nio’s face, I doubt that whatever’s going on is anything good. Another round, on me.”

The corner of Luca’s lips tilt upwards, and he stares into his tumbler. “It’s literally on the house, Lorenzo.”

“Well, I’m the one placing the fucking order, so at least my name’s going on the book.”

Stupefied, Luca shakes his head and tilts his head back to down the entire drink in one gulp. He brings his head back upand reaches for the bottle of Kauffman on the table. “The clock’s ticking, Nio. I thought we came here to cool off.”

I rub the crease between my brows. “We are cooling off.”

They are.I’m not.

I’m literally teetering on the edge, boiling and brewing at the same time. It’s fucking uncomfortable, and there’s a constant ticking somewhere at the back of my head, like a bomb that might go off at any minute.

“Then why do you look like you want to shoot somebody?”

I see Lorenzo’s smug smirk and immediately want to wipe it off with the back of my hand. The bastard knows exactly why I’m all riled up. If it wasn’t for his years of devotion and loyalty to Dante and me, I might have put a fucking bullet in his head this afternoon. He’d seen my anger, smirked at my jealousy, and shook his head before strutting off.

“I don’t think I want to talk about it.”

They share a look, and Luca shrugs. Like Lorenzo, he stretches backward on the sofa and doesn’t take his eyes off me. “It’s that serious, huh? You hear about Joey’s trouble with his wife?”

Lorenzo chuckles, but Luca’s poker face stays intact. I’m not sure I get it at first instance, but if I do, it means I have to also deal with the men sticking their nose in my fucking business.

Glaring at him, I reach for a tumbler on the table and fill the glass. “Who the fuck is Joey?”

“Some guy.”

“Then how the fuck am I supposed to care about some random guy and his fucking wife, huh? Please, enlighten me, Luca.” That bomb is close to fucking detonating.“

Realizing that I’m better off hearing what he has to say without beating around the bush, his shoulders sag, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Joey’s you, Nio.Respectfully, you look like shit. Like a tornado blew through. Everything good with your new wife?”

“My best guess is no.”

I neither have the strength to bother with Lorenzo, nor affirming Luca’s question. I shake my head and take the glass to my lips.

It wasn’t any of their fault that Vivienne intentionally wanted to drive me nuts. She is so fucking stubborn, I find it hot, and infuriating at the same time.

“I guess that’s a good thing then.”

I raise my eyes to Luca, and when he sees that I’m not catching on, he clarifies. “We’ve never thought you could put up with a submissive woman anyway, the giggling idiots—that kind.”

Lorenzo barks a short laugh, collecting his hair in a tight bun atop his head. “You fucking like them feisty, and Vivienne matches that description.”

“Why the fuck do you enjoy your blood pressure going up and down like that?”

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