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“We were going to tell you,” I try to explain, while Enzo does his best to straighten himself out. I don’t even see the blow coming, but Angelo turns and punches Enzo straight in the face and his head flies back.
“Jesus Christ.” Marco steps between them, just as Rocco walks in, looking a little confused in the tangle.
Enzo leans forward as blood spurts out of his nose. “Fucking great,” he mutters as I rush over to him, grabbing the roll of paper towels off the bench.
“Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on!” Marco grits his teeth and keeps his arms outstretched between them. “Like fucking now!”
“Go ahead, tell him.” Angelo shrugs. “Either one of you. Let’s hear it straight from the horse’s mouth.”
I see Enzo’s eyes flick to Rocco’s, and I realize he thinks it was him that told Angelo. Maybe he saw us after all, but even so, it strikes me as odd. Enzo and Rocco are close, even though Rocco is loyal to Angelo, I’m sure he would have pulled him aside first.
I also don’t see Roc as being a snitch.
Neither of us can even form words right now. I’m standing there agape, and Enzo is sporting a very swollen looking nose. All it takes is one solid punch from my brother to stop you in your tracks. Though I know Enzo can fight and defend himself, he won’t.
“You both pick a fine time to come out.” Angelo thrusts his cell toward Marco and tells him to flick through what appears to be photos.
Holy crap. I’ve no idea what he’s looking at.
I glance at Enzo. “Are you okay?” I whisper.
But before Enzo gets to answer, Angelo, who seems to be on a roll, interrupts. “Who fucking cares if he’s okay? Here you are, cavorting with my sister at the wedding I sent you to so you could CHAPERONE her, not molest her!”
“We were pretending then!” I screech. “I wanted everyone to think he was my date. That idiot Toby was there, and I made a show of it to make him jealous. Enzo went along with it, only after I begged him.”
“I bet he did.” Angelo shakes his head. “I can see it didn’t take much convincing.”
“Listen, Angelo, it isn’t what you…” I try to reason.
“Out in the parking lot?” Angelo looks thoroughly disgusted. “How long has this been going on?”
“Not long,” Enzo says, finally finding his powers of speech. “And I didn’t molest your sister, Angelo. We didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did, and I’ve been working out how to tell you…”
Angelo doesn’t want to hear it, but Enzo pushes him off and straightens out his shirt. Standing tall as he faces off with Angelo, he adds, “I’m in love with her.”
My eyes go wide.
My heart races and leaps and feels like it’s going to burst all in one.He’s in love with me?
Marco is still staring at the cell phone, then he pinches the bridge of his nose.Oh great.That can’t be good.
I step in and snatch if off him and look down, flicking through them quickly.
It’s worse than I thought.
Someone was there watching, from the ceremony; to us on the dancefloor, our heated moment at the car in the lot with our hands all over each other, even the polo match.
“I don’t fucking believe this.” Marco glares up at us both with equal disdain.
Great.All I need is another brother not on my side.
“We’re grown people,” I remind them. “And believe us or not, we were going to tell you, as soon as this whole threat on my life thing was dealt with, and Ma was back home. Things have kind of been a little hectic around here.”
“Were you with him this morning?” Angelo stares at me, livid. “You were, weren’t you?”
“I don’t have to stand here and listen to this,” I bark back at him.
Marco holds me by the wrist as Enzo shakes his head at me. “Don’t, Valentina. Angelo has a right to be angry.”
