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“Let us fix this one thing without you, and as soon as you’re up to snuff, we’ll do something fun together,” I said.
“Something fun? You will be a married man by then and have your hands full with weeding out your enemies left and right. And I will be the only single guy left,” Matt said, and his whiney voice and melodramatic sigh made me grin.
And if I didn’t know he had a girl he’d lost his heart to a long time ago—who betrayed him a long time ago, and who was the reason he’d decided to stay single forever, I would probably fall for his woe-is-me routine.
As it was, he was just pissed he was missing the action.
“How about you focus on healing and let Vince and me sort this out?” I said.
He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
My smile deepened. Only crazy bastards like us would be angry because they couldn’t come to a situation like this where the most likely outcome was that not everybody would come out alive.
Though I was determined it wouldn’t be us who suffered any loss.
Nope.
Connor Donnelly would either give up Fee and a big chunk of his business without a fight, or he would be suffering the losses—not us.
And I would finally take my princess back and beg her to love me. Which was way overdue anyhow.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Iturned from my spot at the window, the same spot where Ivan Zotov had been standing just yesterday, when the door to my room opened, and my mom walked inside, followed by someone I hadn’t expected at all.
“Jemma?”
My mind raced. What was Jemma doing here? Also, what the hell was going on with her hair? If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed she was wearing a wig, the way her hair was done up.
“Why are you still not dressed?” My mother screeched and pulled the towel from my wet hair—pulling at my roots.
“Ouch.”
I tore my eyes from Jemma and glared at her—met my mother’s cold gaze. There wasn’t a spec of compassion or love in hers. “Get ready, the guests are already here.”
I scoffed. Did she really think I would go through with this farce?
Did she really think I would just marry someone because my not-real father ordered me to do so?
Since my father’s revelation yesterday, my mind had been spinning constantly. As if somehow I couldn’t wrap my head around it, while at the same time, his behavior, his coldness that I’d experienced and endured all my life suddenly made perfect sense.
Well, not completely, but at least now I knew the reason why I always felt like I wasn’t welcomed, wasn’t a real part of this family.
Was that how Alex felt when he found out about his real father?
Alex.
I’d expected a call from him after I talked to Gabe and Sophie. But nothing.
Complete silence.
By now he should know I was running out of time. Should know I didn’t intentionally deceive him—or ignore him.
Though, why I never actually made the connection between Frank and Franco Moretti was truly beyond me. Surely, at some point, Frank had introduced himself properly, so how could I forget?
“Stop moping and get dressed,” my mother hissed with zero compassion. She pushed the beautiful, elegant white dress she’d brought me earlier into my arms.
What a shame.
