Page 142 of Niccolo

“What?” she asked, back to alarm.

“My brother’s heading here right now,” I muttered.

If Roberto didn’t give me any news, it was because there was nothing good to report.

Or maybe it was because someone was with him, limiting his ability to be candid.

‘We’?I texted back.

Han is coming, too.

The tall psychopath from the airport.

Lovely,I typed, then paused without sending it.

I looked up from my phone at Sofia, who was glaring at me.

“You’re not going tomeethim right now…areyou?!” she asked incredulously.

“He can’t know about you and me.”

She smirked. “So even yourtwin brotherdoesn’t know about me?”

“I don’t think he would approve,” I said sardonically.

Just past Sofia, there was a framed poster on the wall of a succulent filet mignon. There was text next to it in both English and Chinese.

Best Surf ‘n Turf in Macau! Cabana Steakhouse – Main Floor of the El Dorado!

Thinking fast, I continued my text.

I just started eating, but you and Mr. Han are welcome to join me when you arrive.

Sofia turned and saw the poster.

“Oh,no,”she groaned.

“Like I said, they can’t know about you.”

“‘They’?”

“He’s coming with an associate of his.”

“Wonderful,” she griped.

Another text came through from Roberto.Where are you?

I glanced at the poster again, then texted back,A steakhouse called Cabana on the main floor of the El Dorado.

He replied,See you there.

“I apologize profusely, but I have to go,” I said.

“You motherfucker,” she said, though her tone was humorous.

“Why – are you a mother? Because I’ll definitely fuck you later,” I said mischievously.

She glared at me. “Don’t bother.”

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