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Why?

Alessio took a step away from Ginevra when he heard the knob on the penthouse door begin to turn. He glanced to the side, a grin curving his lips as it opened, and the man of the hour finally arrived.

Corrado looked to him first when he stepped inside, and then he checked on Ginevra, too. He didn’t seem surprised to find Alessio in the penthouse, but more like he expected it. No one was better acquainted with the asshole in Alessio than Corrado, frankly.

Quietly, Corrado said, “We should talk, yeah?”

Alessio winked. “You think?”

“Les—”

“Yeah, let’s fucking talk, Corrado.”

Time to really get this show started, then.

“Where do you want to—”

“The office,” Alessio said, taking two steps backward.

Further from Ginevra.

Corrado wasn’t really worried on that. Alessio wasn’t the type to get violent when he was feeling some kind of way. At least, not to women. Men, on the other hand, were an entirely different story.

Fair game, as Alessio would say.

“The office, then,” Corrado said.

He tried to keep his tone calm, but it was harder than he thought it would be. Mostly because he’d figured out quickly that Alessio had fucked him over tonight, and that wasn’t like him at all. The second he stepped into the penthouse and saw Alessio stepping back from Ginevra like he’d had her backed against the wall, well … Corrado simply wanted to put some space between the two.

Make Alessio think.

Corrado needed a second, too.

“Yeah,” Alessio muttered, shooting Corrado a look.

Just like that, the other man turned in the hallway, and walked away without as much as a look over his shoulder. Not that it made a difference. He could just tell … Alessio wasn’t happy, but honestly, neither was Corrado. This could have been done a hundred different ways, but he didn’t have to come in like this, either. The tension was still far too thick in their air; Corrado could practically taste it, for fuck’s sake.

Once Alessio rounded the corner at the end of the hallway, Corrado looked to Ginevra, but she stared at the floor between them. Like it was far more interesting than him, and maybe in that moment, it absolutely was to her.

Who was he to say?

Still, he needed to check …

“Are you okay?” he asked.

Ginevra nodded, her fingers tightening on the clutch in her grip. “Yeah, Corrado.”

“You’re sure?”

Her chin tipped up, and through her lashes, he saw the anger and pain staring back at him. It really showed through in the frown that marred her pretty lips, and the tightening in her jaw. Jesus. The girl was good at hiding it—no doubt about it, and he wouldn’t deny her that truth. But fuck him, if it still didn’t cut him deep to see that leveling on him.

He deserved it, though.

Corrado knew that.

All the hell that was about to come his way from two entirely different people … yeah, he earned every bit of it. He wasn’t so stupid or selfish that he didn’t recognize the fact Ginevra and Alessio were both due their thoughts about what he had done to them. And so, he planned to let them do whatever they needed so that he understood their feelings on it all.

Didn’t he owe them that?