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The breathless note in her command is the last push I need. Freehand pressed forward for balance, I spill, painting anFinto the shower wall while groaning her name.
Minutes pass. I lean against the tile, panting, then call out, rejuvenated and ready to spar some more. “You still there, babe?”
Nothing.
She’s gone.
But if she believes this is it, she’s mistaken.
This is our new beginning.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
RENZO
Invigorated,I find her in the kitchen, but before I can speak, she shoves her phone into my chest. Right. Business before pleasuring her. It’s the way I’ll balance the famiglie with my own.
Dante answers on the third ring. “How is he?”
“He’s ready to reach out to Massimo.”
“Renzo,” he says, relief creeping into his tone. “How are you feeling?”
Humiliated. Humbled. Ashamed. “Alive,” I smoothly reply. “I’ll feel better once I talk to Massimo.”
“About that …”
I freeze.
“Grassi torched one of my fields, escalating the situation.”
My grip on the phone tightens. “I still want to meet him.”
“That’s your father’s call. And right now…”
Goddamn it. The asshole briefed him?
Fina watches me closely, too closely.
I turn my back to her, swallowing the fury building in my chest.
“He wants you in Rhode Island.”
“Fuck that.”
Dante sighs. “Just until you’re clean. He’s lined up some Ivy League therapist?—”
“I’ve got everything I need right here.”
A dish clatters behind me. Proof she’s hanging on every fucking word.
I stalk across the kitchen and away from prying ears.
“Yeah, and your father ripped me a new asshole for involving her,” Dante mutters. “You made a deal with him to leave that poor girl alone? Hell, I’ve so many questions and can’t wait to hear this fucking story. If I thought he gave a damn where she vanished to, I’d have told him myself.”
Unease pulses through me. The last thing I want is Fina on my father’s goddamn radar, and what happened? I put her front and center, right up alongside me.
“Since we’re discussing your girl…”
