You don’t even know who I’m asking you to find info about.
Matteo
I don’t need to know because the answer is no.
Me
Whyyyyy?
Matteo
Because it’s a waste of my time.
Me
I’ll just keep annoying you ’til you do what I want.
Matteo:
…
Me
Is that a yes?
I’m taking that as a yes.
I need you to find out what you can about a girl named Princess. She was at the charity ball from a month ago.
Matteo
Lucio…I’m not finding anything out for you.
Me
Just do it. It won’t cost you anything, and you’ll be helping out your favorite brother.
Matteo
I don’t have favorites, least of all you.
Her name is Princess Gambi, she’s 21, she’s the niece of Stefano Gambi and the granddaughter to a former Yakuza member, Ren Yoshida. And in simple terms, off fucking limits and a red line that you cannot go near.
I don’t respond to my brother. Instead, I reread the information he’s just given me.
Interesting.
My phone starts to ring. Rolling my eyes, I debate whether to pick up the call.
“What do you want, Matteo?”
“I want to make sure you understand that you cannot under any circumstances go near this girl. She’s danger with a red, glaring warning sign. I’m telling you Lucio. You can’t risk being involved with her in any shape or form.”
“Don’t you have a fiancée to worry about? Leave me alone.” I quickly end the call.
The little shit thinks he has a say in what I do. Like anyone does.
As I open the last conversation with Princess, my thumb hovers over the text box. I quickly type out a message and send it before I change my mind.