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"You shouldn't worry about that."
"Of course. And Dario is Santa Claus," I growled. Again and again, he tended to make the same damn mistake. Why did he still think he had to handle all the problems alone when he had me and Dario by his side? And our cousins? Carlotta? Plus a whole host of loyal men who did everything for him without question? Without showing any scruples?
"He's threatening to kill people close to us one by one, okay? Maybe you should just do what he asks. After that… he can't say anything."
"Until he then insists on being present at his grandson's conception. Sure. No issue. There was nothing else planned but this wedding." What was wrong with ambushing the guy tonight, drugging him, and shipping him off to the cellar with the other men who were there awaiting their fates?
I could treat him like all the others and make sure he died quickly and was never found again. Unfortunately, that would raise questions, and if there was one thing I didn't need, it was someone poking their nose into my business and snooping around to find out what had happened.
Emilio remained silent.
I shook my head, even though he couldn't see it. "I will not sleep with that woman."
"Then just figure out how to provide proof without doing that."
What did he expect? That I ruin one of my expensive sheets by smearing blood on it?
I snorted. "I'll tell her to figure something out. After all, we've already done her a big favor."
"Enzo," Emilio warned.
"What?"
"Should it come to my attention that you are not treating her properly…"
What did he think of me? Did he really believe that Rina's death had turned me into a heartless, cold fish? In a way, it might be accurate, but that didn't mean that deep inside, there wasn't still some empathy alive.
"I think it's cute how you're always meddling in your siblings' affairs, even though it's none of your business." I almost said relationships,but that wouldn't have been true.
After all, I hadn't seen Amedea since yesterday and was glad to have successfully avoided her.
"Sure. Sweet. Until the point where it gets serious."
I rolled my eyes. "How's Flavia?"
"Dazzling. But we're talking about Dea here, not my girlfriend."
"After Taddeo's threat, one is allowed to ask questions."
"Better not push it too far, Enzo. You're lucky that Carlotta excused you to our parents yesterday. They were all fired up to meet your new, hopefully perfect, wife."
"And I was all fired up to get as far away as possible," I grumbled. I could easily imagine how our parents had turned up at the chapel, ready to put Amedea through the wringer and to not leave a good mark on me either.
That was my mother's specialty – judging people based on first impressions without getting to know them better. Her sixth sense had let her down a time or two, not least with Rina, who, in her eyes, had never been the right woman for her eldest son.
How ironic that my wife had perished at the hands of her family, for whom Rina had never been the perfect daughter. Even her marriage to me had not saved her from the ridicule and attacks of her family. And where had it led? To her death.Maledizione.
"You will have to meet with them. Sooner or later," Emilio said. It was only a well-intentioned statement, and yet it awakened anger in me.
Amedea was not close to me, yet everything in me resisted throwing her to the wolves. To put another woman in danger because of my family just didn't seem fair.
"I prefer later. And without Amedea's presence."
Emilio made an undefinable noise. "How is she?"
"Why don't you call her and ask? I'm not her chaperone."
"Ah. You have no idea."
