His relief is palpable.“Awesome, great.Maybe next week you can join us.Just not yet, you know?”
“Yeah, I get it.Not a problem.”
“Awesome, I’ll pick you up at the hotel on the strip at eleven.”
“No need, I’m going to meet you there.”I’m not an idiot.I’ve learned my lesson on ensuring I always have my own way home, and not drinking enough to be in someone else’s power.
“Oh, well.All right, yeah, I get it.”
I decide I need to show a little more skin for Gaetano.Once he sees pictures of me out with another man, it will send him running to me.I know, I know, I’m supposed to be waiting for three weeks, but every day feels like a month without him.My skin is itchy and tight, longing for his touch, and I feel like I’m going to explode without him.I’m back to being pissed at him.
Poor Sandro, he looks exhausted to me.It’s the first time he’s come home before midnight since he got back from Chicago seven days ago.
“Are you going out?”An eyebrow comes up at me.
I shrug.“I have a date.”
“A date?”Both eyebrows are in on it now.
“Yeah, a date.I can go on a date.”Why is he such a dick?
“Yes, of course.You surprised me.Have you thought of changing your room at all?I know you bought some furniture, but if there’s anything else, let me know.”
Finally, we could talk about redoing the place.“I called the best interior designer in Vegas.She’s agreed to come next week.I’ve sent her my ideas for the living room and all the measurements.”
“Why did you do that?I told you that you can redo your room.However, it will be Carina who redecorates our home.”
I stomp my foot, demanding his attention.“This is my home too.”
“Yes, but eventually you are going to move out—maybe with this guy you’re going out with.This will still be our home once you’re gone.Her home.She needs to be the one to decide what she wants to live in.”
He hasn’t even seen me since he’s been back.Less than five minutes into seeing me, all he wants to do is tell me off.“Fine.Whatever.I can’t do anything right.”
Gaetano
“What do you mean she’s going on a date?”I spit out the words at Bobby.Seething inside at the idea of Bianca out with a man.
Bobby shrugs.“She told me that she was going to go out on a date, so I figured someone should go out and keep an eye on her, you know?With the whole someone after Sandro, you think.”
Jesus Christ.My phone is in my hand when it rings, it’s the front desk.“Yes?”
“Sir, a Mundo Reyes is here to see Mr.Leonetti.Mr.Leonetti went home barely ten minutes ago, so I wasn’t sure if I should bother him with Mr.Reyes.”
Fucking hell.
“Two minutes,” I tell her as I put her on hold to call Sandro.“Mundo Reyes is here.He wants to see you.”
“Go ahead and take him to my office.”
I hang up with him and flip back to her.“I’ll be right down.I’m going to take him up to Sandro’s office.Until Mundo clears the exit again, we’re on red alert.”
I’m guiding Mundo out of the elevator and into Sandro’s office with one hand on my gun as I close the door.
Mundo sits in one of the chairs in front of Sandro’s desk without an invitation.I brace for what he’s going to say and am glad I did because I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t heard it myself.
“I am here to inform you that you have no further worries for your life.At least until the next person wants to kill you.I killed my brother Guillermo this morning.He was the one who had a contract out on your life.”
“Guillermo, the one over Los Angeles?”Sandro murmurs for confirmation.