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“You don’t avoid people. Did something happen?”
“Will you answer my fucking question?”
He leans back in his chair and folds his hands behind his head, smiling. “Why are you so concerned all of a sudden? You never cared when Simona went somewhere without informing you.”
Because I didn’t give a fuck if something happened to Simona. However, the idea of Isabella leaving the house without a bodyguard ignites a surge of panic in my chest.
I take a step inside and pin him with my stare. “Damian.”
“Jesus fuck. It was Renato’s shift.”
I grind my teeth. “Find out who let her leave the grounds without a bodyguard and let them know that if that happens again, there will be consequences. Then, call Renato, and if they’re still at the don’s, tell him to stay put until I get there.”
“Why not send one of the security guys?”
“Do it,” I snap and leave the room, hearing Damian laugh the moment I shut the door behind me.
It takes me thirty minutes to get to the Agostini mansion, more than enough time to analyze my erratic behavior and come up with zero conclusions. The chances that something could happen to Isabella between the don’s house and mine are almost non-existent, and still, I keep hitting the gas like a maniac. I could’ve sent Marco to drive over and bring her back. I plannedon assigning him as Isabella’s bodyguard anyway, but I had this strange compulsion to make sure she was all right.
And the idea of her spending time alone with another man doesn’t sit well with me. Maybe I’m feeling overprotective since she’s so young. Yeah, that must be it. There’s no other explanation.
The guards at the gate let me pass without stopping. When I reach the house, I park next to a silver sedan. I recognize it instantly as one of mine. And that’s before I spot the dipshit leaning on the hood.
“Head back home,” I bark at Renato the moment I’m out of my car. “And if you ever take my wife off the grounds without a security detail again, you’re dead.”
“Yes, Mr. Rossi.” He straightens, nods, and rushes to get inside the vehicle.
I walk around the mansion to the garden on the far side where I’ve always seen Isabella while visiting the don and head toward the gazebo. Isabella is sitting in a white iron chair with her back turned to me, and her sister sits opposite her. Andrea sees me first and says something to Isabella, probably warning her about my presence. I expect my young wife to tense or turn around in surprise. Maybe even be a little scared since she knows very well that she shouldn’t have left without a bodyguard. Instead, when she turns her head, she looks completely unperturbed.
I grab the arm of the chair and turn it around with Isabella in it, ignoring the screeching sounds the chair legs make against the stone.
“Luca.” She blinks at me innocently. “I wasn’t expecting you here. Do you want something to drink?”
I grab the other chair arm and bend until we’re face to face, staring at her enormous eyes. “Why did you leave the house without letting me know?”
“Oh? Am I obliged to share my daily schedule with you?”
My grip on the chair tightens. Yes, I want her to share her daily schedule with me. I want to know what she does and where she goes. And that’s absolutely idiotic.
“No,” I make myself say. “But you can’t leave the house without a bodyguard.”
“Well, if you returned any of my calls, I would have discussed it with you.” She shrugs. “But if it distresses you, I won’t do it again.”
“Good.”
“Does that mean you'll answer when I call from now on?”
Oh, she really likes to push my buttons. It’s pissing me off. And it also turns me the hell on. I wonder if she would be just as feisty lying under me, with my cock buried inside her. Just thinking about it makes me instantly hard.
“Maybe,” I bite out.
Isabella tilts her head up slightly, and there’s a barely noticeable curve to her lips. “Works for me.”
“Are you done with your visit?”
“Yup,” she says, and the corners of her lips curve a little bit more. “Are we taking the chair with us?”
I let go of the chair and move aside. Isabella gives me a smirk as she walks over to give her sister, who gawked at us in silence through this whole ordeal, a goodbye kiss on a cheek.
