Page 56 of Legacy
Luciano’s face contorts in genuine surprise.
“I thought you knew, she belongs to him, she’s his girlfriend.”
“I prefer the term lover,” Rafael smirks.
She’s taken.
The lump in my throat grows tenfold.
“Would you prefer Valentina instead then?”
A devious smile spreads across Luciano’s face.
“She’s just turned eighteen, but maybe you’ll findsomethingin common.”
The fucker is toying with me.
“Forget it.”
I stand.
I’m done here.
“I see you’re disappointed,” Luciano says with a chuckle as he leans back, stretching out languidly in his chair. “Maybe this wasn’t as easy as you thought it would be.”
“No,” I spit. “I don’t play games.”
His smile falters slightly at my words.
Good.
Smug bastard.
I head for the exit.
“Amato,” he calls after me. “You’ve forgot your ruby.”
I pause, my hand on the doorknob, but I don’t turn back.
“Keep it, give it to Adriana.”
The door closes with a final click, and I storm out into the hallway.
***
The suite is all polished marble and sleek lines, the kind of place meant to impress, not comfort. A panoramic window overlooks the ocean, but all I see is the reflection of my own fuck-up.
I pour myself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid matching the raging fire behind my eyes.
I ignore the side glance from Giovanni and make him needlessly guard the door.
Rage. It’s all I feel.
Here I am drunk on the poison of a woman who belongs to someone else.
Giovanni’s voice breaks my thoughts
“Boss, there’s someone here for you.”
