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It was the perfect place when you couldn't stand the hustle and bustle of Naples anymore. Naples was an anthill. Tramonti, on the other hand, was a pure idyll. At least, if you only let your gaze glide superficially over the valley.
"The house was located remotely on the Amalfi Coast and was well equipped for her purposes. I'm afraid it will take some doing to make her happy again."
I rolled my eyes. If that was Emilio's only concern, it couldn't bethattragic.
Shaking my head, I rose. "I'll take care of the details. As long as you make sure he leaves her alone until the wedding."
Images of me killing him and putting Amedea out of her misery once and for all danced in my mind's eye.
No sooner had I left the office than I was already breathing more freely. A part of my brain must have stopped when I agreed. I couldn't take her to Tramonti for reasons.
My cousins, Fiero, Natale, and sister, Carlotta, had gathered in the kitchen, I motioned for Fiero to join me. For whatever reason, my siblings were more attached to Natale than to our other cousin, but I was closer to Fiero.
We withdrew from the other's prying eyes into a dark alcove. "I need you to do me a favor," I began the conversation without mincing words.
He looked at me questioningly. Usually, I did not ask for favors. I ordered something and expected it to happen.
"You must go to Tramonti and ensure it's fit for visitors. No nasty surprises. No clues. No grounds for conjecture." Meaningfully, I looked at him.
Even so, Fiero knew what I was talking about. He nodded. "How long do I have?"
"A few days tops."
"It's doable."
"Good, and make sure no one else notices."
"Sure." Fiero nodded and moved away. That's why I liked him so much. He didn't drag out human interaction unnecessarily.
Before I left, however, I had to have another critical conversation.
I trudged into the kitchen and took Carlotta aside. She didn't seem thrilled to be interrupted during her meal, but she didn't presume to say anything to me about it either.
"Do you have anything important planned for the next few days?" I asked.
She immediately became suspicious. "No, why?"
"Because you're going to plan a wedding. From top to bottom."
She raised an eyebrow. "Whose wedding?"
"Mine," I growled.
"WHAT?!"
"It just happened. Emilio will tell you all the wonderful details. Make it big, alright? I'd love to remind that little bastard who's family he's trying to mess with."
"Okay?" Carlotta replied uncertainly.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"What?"
"No similarities to my first wedding. Or I will turn on my heel."
"Sure. Got it. No problem,batuffolo."
I squinted but said nothing about her using a term of endearment that I hadn't heard out of her mouth in half an eternity. "Thank you," I murmured.
