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“You should listen to him, Fynn, you might learn a thing or two, especially about women,” Dante jibes.
“Fuck you, asshole,” Fynn counters back.
I shake my head at their bickering.
“Spoken like a true Medici,” I say, taking another sip of the champagne.
We may be joking and throwing some shit around, but there’s pride in Angelo’s eyes as he glances at me.
He nods. That’s all the confirmation I need.
I know he thinks I did a good job, and that makes me happy.
We did it.
Thank fuck, we did it.
* * *
“You okay?” Angelo asks me as we walk around the high roller’s tables.
Darko follows us. He’s been like Angelo’s shadow since Dom went down and probably will be until he recovers, which could take months.
My brothers are likely watching the entertainment, and Enzo is on Valentina duty.
“Nothing a few good nights of sleep wouldn’t cure,” I reply.
“Was she that bad?”
I stare at him. “Was who that bad?”
“The Russian,” he says, switching his champagne flute for a glass of scotch before he departs.
Oh, fucking God, don’t ask me about her, brother. I hate lying to him.
“She mellowed as the week went on. It’s the fucking stress of the opening, Mario’s funeral, and everything in between.”
“So, you’re putting on a brave face then.” It’s not a question.
That’s precisely what I’m doing. “I’m alright, Angelo. You don’t need to worry about me. Go look after your woman and take all the time you need.”
“Are you sure you’ve got Katiya under control? She didn’t get under your skin, did she?”
He offers me a whiskey, and I need the burn in my throat to answer that question.
Jesus fuck. Is it written all over my face, or is he just making a casual observation?
“She got under my skin alright, for all the wrong reasons. Man, that woman is uptight. Thank fuck I was here most of the time.” Hopefully, that will throw him off the scent.
He chuckles. “You did good, Marco. It couldn’t have been easy having our archrival’s niece under the same fucking roof.”
“Yeah, thanks for that,” I reply, slinging the last of the scotch down my throat. “Oh, that reminds me. Vaughn has some info on the IT informant from the kidnapping. I said it could wait until Monday.”
“Oh?” He appears confused. “He never mentioned it to me.”
“I told him I would talk to you first. I didn’t want you worrying unnecessarily. I take it you’re happy…with everything?”
He clutches my shoulder. “I’m proud of you.”
