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Lucca’s eyes flared.
Oh, he’s displeased? I’m glad.That made two of us.
“Arlo, this is Katia.” Our eyes spoke of war. “Katia, Arlo.” I didn’t take my eyes away from him. “My brother.”And underboss. His stare was clear. I was in front of one of his men. Brother or not, I had to play the part.
I smiled. “We’ve met before. Pleasure, KatiaVitelli.”
Arlo was built like a heavyweight fighter. Tall, and over muscular for my taste. He was all dark skin and ink, but on him, it screamed mafioso. I was sure he had been an enforcer at one point, but his snake eyes claimed he still held the title of punisher. Only a few had the same empty look, but his remained vacant even in broad daylight. Thirsty for pain and blood.
A dark huff and a foul smirk erupted from Arlo. “Same.”
Arlo’s guarded hazel eyes scrutinized me carefully. They landed on my hairline before they glanced back down.
You’ve underestimated me before, Arlo.
I slid my eyes to Lucca’s, and my smile tightened. Pushing my feet forward, I held the back of the chair to his left but remained standing.
“Lucca,” Arlo called out for him, but Lucca watched me instead.
This was the dining room. Not a place for meetings. Did they miss the lavish food displayed on fine glass trays?
I wasn’t planning to leave or apologize for interrupting. After all, it was breakfast.
“Are you joining us for breakfast, Arlo?”
“No.”
Observing him from across the table, I stood behind the wooden groves of my own chair and pulled it back.
“Well, I’m famished. And if you are done, you may leave now.”
With his lips curled, Arlo’s face transformed. His head tilted back, and his breathing changed.
I smiled.
“Wait in my study. I’ll meet you shortly,” Lucca ordered.
Arlo didn’t move.
Ohh.I’d really bothered him.
“Arlo,” Lucca’s tone warned.
Arlo gritted his teeth and slowly withdrew his gaze from me. He walked away in silence.
I dropped my smile and sat.
“Do not provoke Arlo,” Lucca’s curt voice warned.
I couldn’t care less.
“Where is it?” I asked.
“How many more?” he countered.
Concentrating on my empty plate, I asked again.
“Where is it?”
