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Vasilisa’s brows furrow.
Then the elevator chimes.
Great.More visitors.
Chapter 20
Adriana
Ididn’tmeanto look at his phone, but it was there. Sitting there tempting me as soon as I walked in so I picked it up. The Don of one of the biggest syndicates in the world is an idiot for not having a lock on his phone.
I swipe through his call log.
Nico.
Me.
Gio.
Enzo.
Piccola.
That name again.
I check texts and there are dozens between them, but this last one.
Recent.
Asking to be let up…
No.
No fucking way is Angelo Amato going to be cheating on me when I don’t even want to be here!
Storming in to his office, I throw his phone a little too hard, but I don’t care. This fucker is not about to have me look like the biggest idiot. Trying to force consummation while he fucks some whore on the side.
I don’t even care what I say. I just know the words come out like bullets.
Accusations. Fury.
And he has the nerve to smile at me like this is amusing.
That pisses me off, but what I didn’t expect was the wood nymph that walked in to the room beaming with sunshine and starlight in her big stupid eyes.
With her soft little boots and soft little scarf and soft little everything. All sugar and syrup as she sticks out a hand toward me, glowing like we’re best friends meeting over brunch. I almost slap it away.
Sheis Piccola.
Of course she is. Short. Gorgeous. Sweet-looking enough to rot teeth. She looks like she floats, and suddenly I feel like a goddamn wrecking ball in heels. He didn’t just cheat. He cheated with her?
Why the hell did he call for me to be here, arrange a fucking marriage if he wanted to sleep with Polly pocket?
“Thisis Piccola?” I ask disgust and anger slipping through.
Then the elevator chimes.
A voice booms down the hall.
