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“All right, I’ll think about it.” He suddenly ends the call and sits on the bed, peering down at the phone’s screen.
“What's up?”
A puzzled chuckle jumps out of his mouth as he shakes his head. “According to Tito, Giorgio has forgiven me and wants me back.”
“Do you believe that?”
He looks at me and scoffs. “If I didn’t know him well, I’d have fallen for his trick. He never forgives and never forgets. It’s just a strategy to separate us, and probably get you first.”
“Do you trust Tito?”
He shrugs. “I used to, but right now? I don’t trust anyone. Why did you ask?”
“It just struck me that he might have called to try and trace into our location.”
Marcello’s brow furrows. “I didn't think of that. But I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s his intention. Do you see why I said I don’t trust anyone? Whatever the case is, I’m not going back.”
“What if he’s truly forgiven you?”
“I’m not going anywhere.” Judging by his firm tone, I can tell he’s willing to stand by me.
We’re in this together.
CHAPTERSEVEN
MARCELLO
Daniellaand I stroll towardCibo Italianohand-in-hand. It’s a beautiful evening, our first time leaving the house. Daniella has a refreshing smile on her face as we approach the building. I see the excitement on her face, a reflection of her improved mood since we decided to work together.
She adjusts her long dress with her free hand, and we walk into the building. The interior of the building is lavish. Elegant wall designs, fancy chandeliers, and smartly dressed waiters all make it look good. I lead Daniella to a free seat, and a waiter comes over to take our order.
Daniella asks for the daily special, and I order the same. Our seats are close enough to the window to get a good view of the mountains on the horizon. I rub my hands together and lick my lower lip. It’s been hours since we ate anything. I’m bloody hungry.
“I feel safe here,” Daniella remarks. “The mountains give this sense of safety, of warmth. Thanks for bringing us here.”
“You’re welcome,” I mutter.
I’ll never trust a sense of safety until Giorgio is dead. I know my cousin. He’ll stop at nothing until I’m six-feet deep. Giorgio is still out there, strategizing on how to get us. There’s no safety, no succor until the he’s out of the way. We have to remain alert. Thankfully this place is owned by Nicoli Rossi, a friend of mine as well as the under boss to Vincenzo Morelli. An attack here could start a war between the Bernardi and the Morelli families.
“You look worried,” she says, looking into my eyes.
“I’m not.” The last thing I want is to bring up Giorgio and ruin the magic of the evening.
“Are you sure?” Daniella tilts her head, a smile playing on her lips.
“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s a beautiful day and I’m hanging out with a beautiful woman at a nice restaurant. What’s there to be worried about?”
“Right,” she mutters. The waiter shows up and serves our food. We remain silent throughout the meal. The food is good, and the wine is excellent.
After finishing the meal, I sit back and survey the restaurant. The idea that Giorgio might have someone watching us scares me. I look around a couple of times, but no one appears interested in Daniella and me. That’s satisfying to know.
Daniella drops her fork and nods. “Good stuff.”
I nod in agreement, keeping my eyes on her. She grabs her phone off the table and types something. I keep on looking at her, marveling at her nice shape and sweet looks. Her innocent face is the reason I didn’t realize she had an ulterior motive for coming on to me that night at the club.
Spending all of this time with her brings back memories of that night at the club. My cock shifts in my pants. It’s been very hard sharing the same house with her, with all the attraction and tension surrounding us. But there’s nothing I can do about it.
All Daniella thinks about is revenge. I can’t make a risky move at this time. That would be both selfish and insensitive.
