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“See you on Saturday,” Andrea says and cuts a quick glance in my direction.
I follow two steps behind Isabella as she heads across the lawn toward the driveway, trying my best to keep my eyes off her ass. She’s wearing white jeans today, paired with a silky navy-blue shirt and high-heeled sandals in the same color. As I leer at my wife, the heel of her left shoe catches on something in the grass, and she stumbles slightly. Instantaneously, I spring forward and grab her around the waist, steadying her. Isabella’s body tenses under my hand, but it lasts only for a second or so.
“Thank you,” she says, regains her balance and keeps walking, as my hand falls away from her.
I look down at the uneven ground and then at her heels, which are at least four inches high. She’ll break her leg in those things. I take two quick steps and wrap one arm around her middle. Placing the other behind her knees, I lift her up. There’s a barely audible gasp of surprise, but other than that, she doesn’t say a word as her arm settles around my neck. I avoid eye contact and keep my teeth clenched as I carry her, heading to the front of the house.
“Where’s Renato?” she asks after I put her down next to my car.
I open the passenger door. “I sent him back.”
Isabella arches an eyebrow, then gets inside the vehicle and looks straight ahead through the windshield.
As I reverse, I ask, “What’s on Saturday?”
“Our friend is having a birthday party.”
“You’re going?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“No,” I say and squeeze the steering wheel. “You will take two bodyguards.”
“Of course.”
We drive for some time in silence, but I keep thinking about that party. It will probably be at her friend’s house. They’ll eat junk food and watch movies. And gossip.
“Where is it?” I ask.
“Where is what?”
“The party. At your friend's house?”
Isabella looks at me and laughs. “We’re not twelve. The girls and I are going to a club.”
My knuckles turn white from my death grip on the wheel. “Which one?”
“Ural.”
“That’s the Bratva’s club.”
“Correct.” She smirks.
“You’re not going.”
“Of course, I am. My grandfather signed the treaty with them, so we’re friends with the Russians now. It’s perfectly safe,” she says. “Milene Scardoni is coming too, and since she’s bringing her sister, there’s no reason for concern. No one will dare approach us while Bianca’s husband is there. You can come as well if you want.”
“I’m not going to a teenage birthday party.”
“Well, I can’t say that I expected you to. You wouldn’t fit in anyway.”
“How so?”
“You’re too old, Luca.”
I grind my teeth and focus on the road in front of me, pressing the gas pedal to the floor.
I open the top drawer of the dresser and regard my collection of sexy underwear and lacy nightgowns.
