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He smiled.
I smiled back.
He chuckled.
I held mine.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes, but first, I would like to stop at one last place.”
“Where to?” His brows scrunched, and he glanced down to his wristwatch.
“I need to get Lucca’s wedding band.”
Viktor’s smile reached his eyes, and when he twisted his head toward Ilias, they shared a look.
“I know the place.”
Turns out the place was one that had an affiliation to their syndicate. The Mafia had their own little shops, towns, and streets that were tied to them one way or another. It could bring safety, but it also meant danger when it was places you often frequented.
This jewelry store in particular had over-the-top security, and I didn’t think it was due solely to its large equity figure.Lo Splendorewasn’t a small business run by an Italian in the corner of a city. It was a store that viewed the crystal-blue beach. It dripped with brilliant elegance in dim lighting and shining chandeliers.
Viktor and I waited to be let in as two of Lucca’s men stood outside. Ilias and Davina decided to stay behind, and I was thankful. As much as I enjoyed their banter, I wanted a moment alone. Even if that meant with Viktor close by.
Viktor looked at his watch again.
He’d done it once in the wedding boutique. Three times in the car, and it seemed he wasn’t done.
“Is there something I should be aware of, Viktor?” I asked, staring straight ahead at the man who was nearing in an all-black suit.
“No.”
“Do you have to be somewhere else?”
“No.”
“Then why are you continuously looking at the time?”
He shook his head. “You sound like him, you know.” My eyes slid to him, and he finally answered in a loud exhale. “I have alerts set for when we are out in the open. I keep looking at my watch because I want to make sure nothing has changed.”
Huh.
The man offered his hand and said kindly, “Mrs. Moretti.”
I shook it and returned my hand to my small clutch.
“Vitelli,” I corrected him. “Soon to be Moretti.”
“Of course!” His chin dipped. “Congratulations on such a joyful time for you.”
My smile tightened, but to him it only showed cheer.
“Right this way, I have the room set up for you.” He motioned for us to follow him and added, “Mr. Moretti prefers privacy.”
Viktor stepped closer to my side as I followed the man at a distance, and he murmured, “Why do you do that?”
“Do what, exactly?”
