Page 137 of Empire of Seduction

Paloma strode into the kitchen and frowned at me. “That isn’t going to help the smell.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Do we know anything yet?”

“No, not yet.” She eyed me carefully. “Massimo’s clothes look good on you.”

I blew out a long stream of smoke. “Thank fuck we’re about the same size.”

“I could go out and buy?—”

“No, Lo. You’re my consigliere, not my personal shopper. I’ve ordered some shit to be delivered later.”

“I haven’t officially agreed,” she noted, taking sparkling water out from the refrigerator.

Tommaso got to his feet. “I’ll go check in with the men and send someone out for those things you wanted.”

“Grazie, Tommaso,” I said, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. I was fucking exhausted.

I hadn’t slept a wink last night.

“Then you took me off to Toronto and made me feel special, while lying to me the whole time.”

I didn’t regret it. Maggie didn’t realize the danger of being with me. A scorched vineyard was nothing compared to many of the things I’ve seen and done, and I didn’t want that for her. So I offered what I could, while trying to maximize her safety. It was the only way short of marrying her that I could protect her. And neither of us were ready for that sort of commitment. At least, I didn’t think so.

She wanted me “all in,” but what did that mean? Taking her into my confidence in regards to the business was out of the question. I wouldn’t risk her by doing something so foolish.

And what of her? Was she ready to go all in? Because she certainly hadn’t confessed her feelings for me at any point.

My sister lowered herself into the vacant chair. She twisted the gold bangle bracelets on her wrist. “I spoke to Enzo last night. You know, to get the official family blessing.”

I was aware. I heard an earful from my brother earlier. Another part of my shitty morning.

“He wasn’t thrilled about the idea,” Paloma continued. “But he agreed with your reasons for asking. Honestly? I think he’s a little irritated that he didn't think of coming to me first.”

“He doesn’t need help. I do.”

“You know how he is. Enzo wasn’t always the best at sharing.”

An understatement. “What else did he say?”

“I asked if there was any kind of ritual I needed to perform or an oath I needed to take. He said my last name was enough. He’s also worried about my safety.” She waved her hand, rattling the bracelets on her wrist. “He’s acting like a protective big brother because I’m a woman.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, Lo.Sul mio onore.” Swearing on one’s honor was the deepest pledge we could make.

“I know you won’t. I’m not worried. And I’m capable of taking care of myself.”

“I don’t doubt it. I remember the punches you used to throw.”

“And I took Krav Maga classes in London. I’m good.”

I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out. “So, it’s decided.”

“I guess so.”

“Thank fuck.” I motioned for her to stand up, which she did. Then I kissed both of her cheeks. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am, Paloma.”

“I know, I know.” She squeezed my shoulder, then motioned to the chairs. “Sit down. I want to start offering you advice.”

“Oh? About what?”

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