She grimaces. “Ugh. That sounds so juvenile.”
“Partners then?”
“Pass.”
“Lovers.”
“How about I just call you Rocco?” she suggests as she tucks into her food.
I pretend to think about it. “I prefer ‘boss’, but I’ll take it.”
“Is Teo your lover, too? He’s the only one I’ve ever heard call you that.”
“You see? Lover isn’t so bad, is it?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “I take it you listened to the audio from last night.”
I blink at her in confusion. “What?”
“You used my surname just now. I don’t think I ever told you it before,” she gives me a funny look. “It was always ‘Cassandra’ this or ‘Angioletta’that.”
Right. Because Danny only told me her name was Bellini last night. But what does that have to do with the audio she took from her confrontation with Lazzaro?
“What do you think?” she asks. “Lazzaro was high as all hell, right?”
“I…”
I’m saved an answer by Teo storming into the room. “Why the hell haven’t you been picking up your damn phone?”
He freezes when he spots the two of us, and I become acutely aware that I’m not wearing a shirt.
“Morning, Vitale,” I greet him carefully as his eyebrows shoot up.
If he was suffering under any delusion about the nature of Cas and I’s relationship, he wasn’t any longer.
“Boss.”
Cas snickers at my side.
Teo’s eyes narrow. “Cassandra.”
“Hi, Teo,” she replies innocently.
“Do you need something?” I ask.
“I think you better come to the compound,” Teo declares. “If MissBellinican spare you for a moment.”
Ah.
Teo has worked it out, too. He surveys me carefully as if to gauge my reaction, but I merely shrug in response. “Duty calls, I’m afraid,Angioletta.”
I make a show of holding her neck as I kiss her softly goodbye.
She hums contentedly. “I’ll see you later.”
Teo doesn’t speak to me again until I’ve dressed and walked out of the brownstone.
“This just got one hell of a lot more complicated. I hope you know what the fuck you’re doing, Moretti,” he hisses as I reach my Bugatti.
