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“Her son. The husband is not that present.” I saw his eyes shift to me, but whatever thought crossed his mind, he kept it to himself.
He opened the door that led to the back alley for me and we stepped outside without talking anymore. Pietro was waiting on the other side of the door, looking pissed. When he noticed who was standing behind me, his face started turning red.
“Let’s go, Grazia.” He said through clenched teeth.
The two men rubbed each other the wrong way ever since Goliath started dating Chiara, mostly because Pietro is a very protective brother and my brother was never shy to tell him what he was doing to his sister.
“You don’t even want to shake my hand, Pietro?” Goliath mocked him.
“I’m here to take myDon’swife home. You can go to hell.”
“Still mad?”
Pietro growled under his breath. “Don’t fucking push me, today, Goliath. Don’t.”
“Didn’t your birthday wish come true?”
“My birthday wish is to put my fist in your face, Caputo. Do you want it to come true?” Then he turned to me. “We should go.”
“I know.” I sighed.
Goliath stepped between Pietro and I.
“Take care of my sister.”
“I will. Better than you took care of mine.”
My brother shook his head and started walking away, putting a hand on Pietro’s shoulder on his way.
“Happy birthday, Pietro.”
“Fuck you, Goliath.”
Men. Men and their egos.
The ride back to the Fiori palace was marked by dead quiet. Pietro didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at me, and I felt pressure to be the one who spoke first.
“Salvatore sent you.”
“Yes.”
“How did you know where I’d be?”
“Guido told on you.”
I frowned. My brother talked to Salvatore?
“Are you mad at me too?”
“I was ordered to keep my opinions to myself.”
“Pietro, I’m sorry, but I had to talk to Guido. You have to understand. I know about that prosecutor who wants to arrest him. I couldn’t just sit and have cake while my brother goes to jail.”
“I admire your loyalty, Grazia, I do, but it would be fucking nice to show the same respect to my cousin.” While he spoke, his fists tightened around the steering wheel. “He risked everything. He has big plans, he had them even before Adrian died. Salvatore wants to write his name in the Italian history and he risked everything to marry you.”
“Pietro, I know.”
“Do you? I think you got so used to having him in the palm of your hand, you take him for granted. His reputation is shit now, because everyone questions the honor of a man who’d marry aDon’sdaughter without permission. He lost money and friends –allies– because he got in bed with a Caputo. And this is what you do? You run to them?”
