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“Put your number in there. If you need anything, even just a friend, I’m here.” She wipes the smudged mascara from under my eye.
I type in the number and hand it back to her.
“Let’s get back in there.”She loops her arm through mine and we work our way through the crowd back to the VIP lounge.
Grayson watches her like a hawk. Snatching her wrist, he pulls her onto his lap the second she reaches him.
Uncle Frankie raises an eyebrow at me, and I shrug my shoulders in response. We are not quite at the opening up stage just yet. Maria is busy tapping away on her phone, sipping champagne.
“Has anyone seen Luca?” Keller asks.
Maria shoots me daggers, just as Luca makes an appearance. My eyes go wide as I spot the dark red smudge of lipstick on the corner of his mouth. Keller must see the same thing as he turns his head to wink with a knowing grin before turning to Luca and wipes his mouth with his thumb. Luckily, Maria is too busy glaring at me to notice.
Luca smirks at me and rubs his thumb along his lips and Keller covers his mouth, holding back a laugh.
“Rosa, really?” My sister hisses in my ear.
“What?” I give her my best innocent look.
“You know what!”She jabs me in the ribs discreetly.
“It’s not what you think. Just leave it. Okay?” I shoot her a frown.
“Oh, there you are!” Maria pushes herself out of the booth and squeezes herself against Luca’s tall, muscular frame.
I straighten my spine. It might kill me inside, but I can’t let them see it. My hands start to tremble. The bottles of champagne are mocking me on the table.
I need to get the hell out of here.
“Frankie,I have to go. I’m meeting Jas and Olivia at Rush,” I blurt out a complete lie.A small shake to my head stops Eva’s question before it leaves her mouth.
“Fine. Just be careful.” He doesn’t look my way, as he’s flirting with the waitress who’s serving another round of drinks.
“You coming?” I ask Eva.
“Yep.” Her tone is harsh.
Great.
I say my goodbyes to the table, and give Luca and Maria my congratulations, faking the hell out of my smile, and dart towards the exit.I can still feel his touch on my skin and his kiss on my lips.
There’s no way in hell I’m attending that wedding.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
luca
Iopen the door to Frankie’s mansion. The place isn’t anything I’d expect from him. It’s filled with whites and creams, floor to ceiling windows. And absolutely spotless. Whereas I prefer to live in the darkness, surrounded by blacks and grays. I mean, he even has fucking plants.
“Luca, we’re in the kitchen,” Frankie’s deep voice bellows through the foyer.
We?
I make my way through the living room and around the corner to the dining room. Frankie and another guy–some Neanderthal looking motherfucker with a scar that runs along the left side of his cheek. His amber eyes greet me, but he doesn’t say a word.
Frowning, I turn my attention to Frankie. Who, as usual, is leaning back in his chair grinning like he doesn’t have a care in the world. But I can tell he doesn’t trust this guy, despite his laid back demeanor. His eyes stay narrowed on his guest.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
