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“I want that too, baby. Fuck, I can’t wait to get married to you.” Alessandro grins down at me.
I force a smile when all I want to do is push him away and scrub his touch from my skin until my body is raw and pink. Only one man’s touch has felt right, and it’s the one man I’m never supposed to touch again. Or even think about.
I suddenly have the burning desire to see him again.
One last time.
A voice in my head laughs and calls me a big, fat liar.
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RAFFAELE
“Stop pouting.”
I glance up from my glass of bourbon and shoot my best friend a glare. There are only a handful of people who can get away with talking to me this way, and Matteo is one of them.
“I’m not pouting.”
“Sorry, sorry,” he says, settling into the chair directly in front of me. His hard gaze meets mine. “Only little girls pout. I meant to say you’re brooding like a big, bad, macho mafiacapo.”
“Go to hell.”
“If I don’t have to see that beaten-dog expression on your face for the rest of my life, then I’ll gladly go to hell and stay there.”
I reach for the bottle to pour another, but before my fingers can make contact, he snatches the bottle away and fills his empty glass. I grit my teeth in annoyance, knowing that I can’t bury a bullet or two into his empty skull.
“Do you have a death wish?”
His mouth curls into a grin that promises nothing good. I brace myself for whatever nonsense that’s about to come out of his mouth, and I’m not disappointed.
“Of course not. Why would I have a death wish? I’m young, good-looking, have all my body parts working perfectly, plenty of money, a long line of women who want me, and I’m not being a little bitch about a woman I let walk away and can get back in the blink of an eye.”
I eye him, wondering if he hasn’t heard or if he’s being obtuse on purpose. “She’s getting married.”
“Correction, she’s engaged.”
I raise one eyebrow. “There’s a difference?”
“Until she’s said the I do’s, it’s not too late.” He pauses. “No, let me revise that statement. Even then, it’s not too late. She’s engaged to some loser. I had to do some research to find out who he was when I first heard his name. Trust me, she doesn’t want to be with Alessandro.” He spits out the name like it’s a personal affront to him.
“The Giulia I know would never do something she doesn’t want to do.” That’s the part that’s kept me up since that day I saw her name light up Isa’s phone.
I wasn’t doing a good job keeping her out of my head in the first place, but any progress I’d managed to make went right out the window as soon as I saw that call. I almost wish I hadn’t seen it. What did she want? Why now? Have I always been alone in my feelings for her?
“That guy is a clown.”
“Get off it, Matteo,” I grit out. “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
He shoots me a look that I can’t interpret. “You don’t?”
“Didn’t I just say that I don’t?” I hiss, tension making the muscles of my shoulders bunch up. I’m this close to just saying fuck it and getting my friend’s face acquainted with my fists. Ihave a feeling he wouldn’t be all that interested in bringing up Giulia with a few of his teeth missing.
“If I agree to stop talking about her, will you agree to stop moping about her?”
“Who’s moping?” a soft voice cuts in.
The look I shoot at Matteo clearly tells him to keep his big mouth zipped, but he either doesn’t understand or intentionally wants to get on my very last nerve.
