I tilted my head at Leo, nodding for him to sit. He sauntered to our table, his eyes glued to my Angel, a fucking grin on his face. “She’s amazing, isn’t she?”
“Wipe that smile off your face or I’ll punch it off for you,” I gritted.
“What? Why?”
Because she’s mine.I nodded at Nicole instead. She was fuming, staring daggers at Leo.
He shifted his smile toward her, taking a hint. “Buonasera, Nicky. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Her fists clenched, and I held the one on the table, patting it, reminding her of what we were here for. She breathed out. “It’s Nicole to you.” Her stare, and his, returned to the stage.
To my Angel, whose eyes twitched when they found my hand on her sister’s. Quickly, she looked back at Leo, giving him another smile.
Don’t do it, Angel. Don’t play the jealousy game with me. You’ll lose. We’ll all lose.
Leo took the request card and scribbled something down. Then he gestured for a waitress to give it to Angel.
“What are you doing? Do you even know why you’re here?” I asked him.
“I’m passing down a request, and yes, I know exactly why I’m here.”
I leaned back in my chair, gripping on the sliver of patience I had left to tolerate this charade till the end. My gaze followed Angel, even if she was no longer looking at me like she should have been.
What did I expect from a brat?You’re asking for it, Angel.
She finished the piece perfectly. Applause filled the air. Leo was on his feet, clapping with everybody else, his stupid grin pasted on his face.
The waitress handed her his request. When Angel opened it, she flashed her teeth at Leo and nodded. “This song is for Leo Bellomo.”
Nicole glared at her, and Angel winked as she lifted her bow. “Back to December.”
I didn’t know the fucking song, but the title was enough to simmer my blood. Back to December when they hadn’t had their fight yet, when she still liked him. I pulled out my phone and checked the lyrics. This was a fucking second chance song. AnI’m sorry please take me backsong.
Che Cazzo?
I leaned into him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Dad, please, save it until after the song.” He gazed at her as if he was enchanted. “She’s playing for me.”
I growled, the sting of his shitty words searing. “Stronzo una volta, stronzo sempre. Va bene, Leo. Have it your way. But mark my words. She willneverbe yours.”She’s mine. Her body. Her heart. Her mind. Her soul. Her smile. Her music. All mine.
She finished the fucking song and played two more before she took her bow and joined us at the table. Leo sprang to his feet and kissed her hand in a greeting. I’d bend them both over my knees and spank the fuck out of them.
“You were amazing up there.” He gave her the once-over. “You look…”
“Perfect, as always,” I said, stepping in between them. “You did amazing, Angelina. The customers are very pleased.”
“What about you? I saw you dancing with my sister. I guess you were pleased too.” She glanced over Nicole. “Nicky?”
“You were fabulous. I loved it. The best you’ve ever played,” Nicole said, oblivious to what was really happening.
My little Angel was jealous.
As much as it warmed my heart and brought me one step closer to owning hers, it was about to backfire.
“My private booth is ready for our dinner.” I linked arms with Angel, marking my territory, and gestured for Leo and Nicole to move ahead.
Leo kept glancing at Angel over his shoulder all the way up to the booth. I wanted to kick his ass. “Eyes front. Don’t fall.”
