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Nodding, she replied. “Yes, thank you, Deo.”
I paused at her soft voice wrapping around my name and it made me hard as fuck. Her using my nickname had more of an impact on me than I ever guessed it would. Damn, I should never have sung that to her.
Chapter Four:Google It
Gia
I followed Amadeo down the hall then into yet another hall. This one was wide with polished wood floors and rose colored walls. I did notice some nice paintings as we walked by then some photographs. I slowed down to look at those. Some were very old black and white. Then some were more modern. It was hard to tell what timeframe they were, but as I focused on one in particular, I spotted a face in a group.
“Doctor?” Amadeo called to me as he came back over to where I stood.
“This is you?” I tapped the glass, pointing the obviously younger Amadeo out.
He leaned in to peer at the photo, then he chuckled. “Yes, and all my brothers, even Gio.”
“Even Gio?” I asked. “What does that mean?”
“He left at eighteen and was gone for ten years.”
“Wow, like where did he go for a decade?”
“That was the thing none of us knew. He up and disappeared.”
Super curious, I looked over at him now.
Shrugging, he explained, “Our dad wanted him to be a part of the business. But Gio, or Legend as he is known by now…Well, he wanted to be a doctor.”
I tucked my head back in surprise. “Really?”
Nodding, Amadeo went on, “He’s a doctor slash biker. Hence the road name of Legend.”
I shook my head. “Does he have a specialty?”
Amadeo paused and looked a little lost as he replied, “I don’t know. I never asked but I’ve only seen him a few times since he came back. I was so damned happy to see him that I never got to details like that, I guess?”
“Well, he never showed up in Mr. Walker’s room,” I told him. “So he didn’t consult with me on his case.”
Amadeo scoffed. “Oh, he wouldn’t…Um, consult with you.”
“And why not?” I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.
“He has other reasons that have nothing to do with you…I mean…He won’t be interfering or having anything to do with Deacon Walker.”
I relaxed a little and realized I had gotten defensive immediately. “Oh, I just assumed…”
“Look,” Amadeo said. “How much do you know about Mr. Walker’s past?”
I shrugged. “Not much. Only that he is ex-FBI, his age, his medical records and he had been in a small plane wreck. Which caused his current condition.”
“There’s a lot about him that…Isn’t good.”
I nodded but kept silent. I happened to know there was a lot about this family that wasn't good as well.
Amadeo stared at me. “I saw that,” he whispered.
I snapped my gaze up to him. “What?”
“That instant anger. Why do you have issues about us? Or mainly when it comes to me?”
