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It was a business matter, right? He wouldn’t be so bold as to bring someone under the same roof I lived in.
A part of me knew he would to prove a point. To prove to me he had no limits, no rules. But I would be damned to allow such a thing under the roof where I slept.
Then, it dawned on me.
The woman from the church.
I looked out into the dark, and as I watched Salvatore’s home light some of the night away, my heart sank.
Men in our world were rarely faithful. How could they be, when most marriages happened out of convenience, and they could do as they pleased without repercussions while we were imprisoned by only them?
I knew this.
And since we never spoke of the matter, Lucca was oblivious to where I stood. Yet he was a man. One who was powerful, wealthy, and with looks that easily attracted everything that walked and looked for such things.
How could I not have thought of this? It had been weeks! Had I been so naive to believe all this time that he would refrain from sex? A man like him?
The dogs returned and sat by the door, waiting for me to let them back inside.
Breathe, Katia, breathe.
I did, but my palms pricked at the thought of him with another woman, and breathing didn’t help the rising anxiety that continued to spread.
With each step back inside, I tried to bottle up the thoughts and images that played in my head.
The things he did behind closed doors.
The things deep downIwanted from him.
“Ms. Katia.”
I heard my name in the distance, but I was stuck in my head. Frozen by the chilling hatred of this happening to me.
“Are you alright?”
I jerked at the soft touch that pulled me away from my thoughts.
My body repelled any touch, then why didn’t it fighthis?
Mrs. Greco stood with wide dull-blue eyes. Her hands had clamped together on her chest, and I stared at her, observing the resemblance I had missed.
“Who’s Anna?”
Her face fell.
It’s all I needed. And yet, I waited for her reply. The confirmation I would get, the tells she would offer.
“She’s my daughter.” Mrs. Greco’s head bobbed, trying to conceal the full truth.
“What does she do?” My voice was steady while I felt like breaking.
“She is a designer.”
Vague.
“What does she design?”
She hesitated, and I grew tired of the word play.
