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I scowled at her. “I don’t believe you.”
“Why don’t you go to your house in France, eat some cheese, and wait for me to call you? In the meantime, your arm can heal properly.”
“I can’t.” My words were quiet, laced with the anguish I kept trying to bury. “Please, Sasha.”
With her dirty blonde hair pulled into a severe ponytail there was nothing to soften the disapproval on her face. She twisted the lollipop in her mouth. “I am starting to worry about you.”
“Because I pay you to worry about me.”
“No, this has nothing to do with my position. As a friend—perhaps your only friend—I am worried.”
“Noted. Find me a job.”
“No.”
I glared at her. “No?”
She jumped to her feet and pointed at me. “This is ridiculous. Go to Siderno and apologize. Kiss and make up!”
Was she trying to piss me off? “There is no making up from this, Sasha! I almost murdered his father.”
Waving the lollipop in her hand, she made a dismissive noise through her teeth. “In Russia, this is foreplay. Go and apologize, Alessio.”
She didn’t understand. I lost Giulio, because I hadn’t told him about shooting his father. He would never forgive me. And it was killing me to sit and think about him all the time. I couldn’t take any more.
I had fucked up and there was no fixing this. I was broken, just like my father said. Undeserving of love. And work was the escape I needed.
I sat up and dragged my good hand through my hair. “Find me a job right now.”
“Or?”
“Or I’ll find a new assistant,” I growled.
She sneered, looking me up and down. “You would fire me? Just because I am telling you to rest and take care of yourself?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying.”
We didn’t look away from one another. Sasha was stubborn, but so was I. And I couldn’t keep laying around, thinking about Giulio. It was killing me.
“Fine,” she threw up her hands. “You want to work? We will work!” She stomped over to her computer and threw herself in the chair. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. “We will find you a nice fat contract so you can go and kill someone to make yourself feel better.”
“Just do it quietly.” I rubbed my temples, my sleep-deprived headache returning with renewed vigor.
“Go and get some pain reliever in my medicine cabinet. Then pour us both a drink.”
I wasn’t sure I needed alcohol, but I left her to work. The bathroom was tiny. I swallowed two pills and used the toilet. Then I washed my hands and came back out to her living room.
The mood had definitely shifted. She was twirling the lollipop in her mouth almost nervously. “I need you to sit,” she told me.
“Why?”
“Just sit down.”
I put my hands on my hips. “Spit it out, Sasha.”
“There’s a hit out on Giulio Ravazzani.”
I blinked. No, that couldn’t be right. “You mean Fausto, his father.”
