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He walks over to the bar and pours himself another drink. “I think I’m going to need this with another Michaelson officially in the family.” He sighs.
Rayne laughs, and I shoot Angelo a look, except he has his back to me.
“Hey, we’re not all bad,” I say in my own defense.
Angelo shakes his head. “We’ll see about that.” He leans back on the bar and looks to his brother. “I’m glad it’s you, little brother. At least we will know she’ll be safe and looked after.”
That warms me right through to my core. I suddenly sigh, relieved that Angelo’s already figured it out and isn’t mad. I don’t want to make life harder for Dante, that’s all I care about.
“I just wanna say this once, and that’ll be that,” he continues, swirling his drink once more.
“Shoot,” Dante says.
He points directly at his brother. “Be good to each other.” He turns his finger to me too. “You, too. I don’t want any mess with this on our hands. If you two decide to break up down the line, that will be messy for all of us. I don’t want any more fucking drama right now.”
Dante rubs his chin. “So, you’re saying we have to make this thing work, or else?”
Angelo gives him a look. “I don’t want to string up my brother because you’ve broken Mia’s heart, or some shit like that.”
“I’m not going to break it,” he says, speaking with such finality that he takes my breath away as I stare at him. “I love her, and she loves me. This is it, Angelo. She’s the one.” He looks at me and smiles.
I mouth:I love you, too.
I don’t say anything to Angelo. He is still the Don and is still somewhat intimidating.
He studies me for a moment, taking in our words.
“Fine. That’s that, then. Is it my blessing you’ve come for?” he smirks.
“Of course it is,” Dante says as my heart constricts. I know how much Dante looks up to his brother, like a father figure.
“You have my blessing,” he says finally, putting us out of our misery.
I glance at Rayne, who has tears in her eyes.
This, indeed, is turning into a sap-fest.
“That means a lot to us.” Dante kisses me on the side of the head.
“Just remember what I said, and you’ll both be fine.” Then he smiles.
It’s not often you see the great Angelo Medici give you a genuine smile. And it’s a shame he doesn’t do it more, for it looks good on him.
“Thank you, brother.” Dante walks over to him and slaps him on the back in a one-armed hug.
“Now, let’s eat,” Angelo declares. “All this talk is making me fucking soft … as well as starving.”
20
DANTE
24 HOURS LATER
Marco’s studyseems overcrowded as we all gather around.
It’s hard to believe this whole fucking mess is coming from the Colombians.
I thought the issue with the shipment was settled months ago, only now they’re involved. Something we all thought of as put to bed. We don’t know why they’ve bided their time, readying to strike, or if they took this long to work out our involvement. Which seems unlikely, given it was widely known that we blew the human trafficking ring wide open.
