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And I understood. “You pushed him away.”
Alvize nodded and stood. “Because I was a stubborn bastard that didn’t recognize perfect when it was right in front of me. Too busy hating myself, I assumed that everyone else did and never gave him a chance to convince me otherwise.” He paused. “Nonna hasn’t noticed that all you do is push food around the plate because she’s obsessed with feeding Tomasso, but she will soon.”
I shrugged. “She’s not my grandmother.” Except my voice cracked on the last word, so I did a crap job of seeming unbothered. “He won’t see me,” I said. “He won’t even talk to me.”
“Because he isun idiota!”
I turned quickly to see Nonna standing by the door. Alvize smirked and I narrowed my eyes at him. Of course, Mister Special Forces Ninja had known she was there. “And you,” she scolded, tightening her robe and marching over, taking my face in both her hands as I stood. “I am always your Nonna.” She let go and prodded my chest for good measure, then patted my back when I flung my arms around her.“Bene,”she said. “Now, I make Bombolini.”
All three of us filed back into the kitchen and listened as Nonna plotted ridiculous ideas to bring Dario home, all of which I refused to do. I wasn’t blackmailing him into talking to me. Lucio had told me we were divorced. We needed to leave. Talking would change absolutely nothing.
Dario
After only one day in my apartment, I ripped the bandages off my hands and decided Sofia had waited long enough. Lucio didn’t comment, but I knew he’d ratted me out to Gia because Gia appeared just as I was trying to work out how to get my feet into shoes.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” I snapped, so not in the mood.
“Well, if it's go see Sofia, don’t bother because she’s gone.”
I stilled. “Gone? Gone where?”
He smirked. “Portugal. They left this morning after signing an air-tight agreement never to enter the US again in return for a modest bungalow complete with allowance.”
“Modest?” I echoed. “How the hell did you get them to agree to that?” Because I couldn’t threaten anything that wouldn’t either incriminate myself or Marcello, and if I hadn’t been injured after seeing the state Alessandro was in, I would have put a bullet in both of them.
“Because yesterday I got my hands on the safe. Rocco was an idiot, but you knew that. He’d kept records of every sailing, including guests and even those he was blackmailing.”
“But none of that would implicate either of the other two.” I knew that.
He smiled. “You remember the whole Sofia wasn’t a virgin bullshit?”
“So?” I couldn’t care less who Sofia fucked.
“Declan Walsh.”
I hesitated. “I thought we’d discounted him.”
“And Ronan O’Brien.”
My eyebrows shot up. “She was fucking both of them?”
“And bringing all the info she learned back to Daddy. He had quite a portfolio on both of them.”
I sat down. So, Rocco had been whoring Sofia out? I despised her for what she’d done to Alessandro and Tomasso, but what kind of fucked-up childhood had she had?
“Of course, now that you have all that information.” I expected him to look happy, but he didn’t. “Jo has to be kept out of this.”
“Is this to do with her godfather?”
It was Gia’s turn to look surprised. “You knew?”
I rolled my eyes. “That myconsigliereand younger brother—”
“Twin,” Gia muttered.
“Youngertwin brother’s girlfriend’s godfather, Patrick Connelly, is a Walsh even though he has a different last name?”
