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“Okay, so she bought it.” He smirked. “So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to grovel,” I said, chuckling. “I’m going to send flowers, roses, and bouquets of carnations and daisies and sunflowers, and whatever fucking flowers she likes. And I’m going to send chocolates and love letters and poems, and I’m going to win her back.” I smirked. “And I’m going to make her think I’m a changed man, a man that fell for her even though it was all about revenge.” I stood up, walked over to the window, and looked into the gardens. “And then I’m going to break her heart into a million pieces until she feels like she doesn’t want to live again.” I turned and looked at Alessandro. “And then,” I smirked, “and then I’ll have my revenge.”
Alessandro shook his head. “You’re a cold one, Antonio.”
“I wouldn’t say that,” I said, feeling almost as if I didn’t recognize myself.
“I mean, I guess they call you the wolf for a reason.” He chuckled. “So, you’re still going to go through with it all?”
“I’m still going to go through with it.” I nodded. “This was a little setback.” I shrugged. “When she gets back to her dorm and she realizes that I was only acting out of self-interest for my broken heart, then she’ll see. She’ll start to have doubts about if what I did was so bad. She’ll start to think that maybe her father was the one in the wrong. Maybe, just maybe, she’ll understand a teensy bit, and that’s all I need.” I smirked.
“So, you really want to break her?” Alessandro questioned me.
“Into a million pieces.” I slapped my hand down onto the desk even though part of me didn’t quite believe the words that I was saying. Could I break her that easily? Could I watch her crumble? A part of me would delight in it because I knew if Paul Rowney saw that his daughter was crushed, absolutely devastated, broken into a million pieces, he’d understand just one iota of the pain he had put me through.
But then I thought about Callie, my little lamb, and how she’d already looked so betrayed and hurt. When she’d told me she’d thought about Josh’s face when I fucked her, I’d wanted to punch a wall. I’d known it hadn’t been true, of course. There was no way. She’d been all mine. The way she’d responded to me, the way she’d said my name, the way her eyes had widened in delight as I’d taken her. She’d known exactly who had been inside of her, taking her virginity, making her come over and over again. But her words had stung, and the mere possibility that she would even give Josh the time of day made me want to rip someone’s hair out.
“Hey, Antonio, you okay?” I felt Alessandro’s hand on my shoulder, squeezing, and I looked at him unblinkingly.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t have to go through with this if you don’t want to. We can break him in other ways. He’s already in financial ruin.”
“No, this has to be the way. He cares about her more than he cares about himself. We know that. We’ve been following him for years.”
He nodded. “She’s his whole life.” He shook his head. “Idiot.”
“I’ll give her a couple of days,” I said. “And then I’ll start my barrage of take-me-back ploys.”
“You’re wicked, Antonio.” Alessandro laughed. “And that’s why you will make the best don the Marchesi family has ever seen.”
“About that,” I said, shaking my head with a sigh.
“What is it?”
“I think we might have a problem with Tommasso Romano.”
“Oh, fuck. What have you done now, Antonio?”
“Let’s just say I told him I fucked Serena and there was no way I was going to marry her.” I laughed and then shrugged. “I mean, I was honest. I don’t think he liked what I had to say, though.”
“Fuck. Antonio, how could you do that?” Alessandro shook his head. “Dad is going to be pissed.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I said.
“Well, you should. You’re not the don yet.” Alessandro shook his head. “Our world, it’s all about respect. You’ll start a war.”
“I know. I need to watch my mouth.” I nodded my agreement. If I wasn’t careful, I’d have everyone in the Mafia pissed off at me. “Anyway, what’s going on at Melba’s and Lupo’s?”
“Lupo’s is a fucking hot mess. So is Melba’s. And we’re having problems with—”
I cut him off. “Fuck, I need a whiskey before I hear any more business talk.”
“I know, bro. But we got to get this ship in shape.”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “When Jimmy gets back, I’ll have him drive us back to the city.”
“I can drive us. Tell him to stay down there,” Alessandro said. “We can go to Florence’s on Fifth first.”
