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So everything would revolve around that topic again, which had already gained more presence over the last few days.
"You could have brought her, you know?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I offered, but she didn't want to."
"And you don't think she's capable of staying alone for a few hours?"
"Fiero is not supposed to babysit her but to make her feel comfortable." This was only half true because, above all, he should pay attention to where she went. Preferably namely not near the enclosures or the cellar. At the predators, there were probably still the remains of the three men to see, and in the cellar were still two felons.
I didn't feel like tempting my fate and watching her uncover my well-kept secret.
"Because you keep bad company?" Emilio inquired with amusement.
I couldn't help rolling my eyes. What did he expect? That I would go on friendly trips with Amedea, show her around, and pretend we were a happy couple on our honeymoon? Certainly not.
"Let's just move on to the topic that's actually relevant," I grumbled before he threw out any more comments about my social incompetence.
It had been different in the past. I had no idea how to be a good host or care for my charge. It felt strange to ensure she had more than one edible meal in the fridge daily.
"Ah, yes. Santoro continues to get on my nerves. He insists on proof." Emilio looked at me as if he expected me to have the perfect solution ready for this.
I had none. And Amedea certainly didn't either.
"Let him shove his proof up his ass. What does he expect? That we make a porno and send it to him?" I snorted. It was probably exactly what he wanted. "I would insanely love to wring his neck."
Of course, I had brought Emilio up to date on Taddeo and told my brother everything Amedea had said. This provided new clues but still no plausible justification for his death. If he died suddenly and someone found out we were behind it, it would raise questions.
Especially because his fortune would go to Amedea and thus to me. Which really didn't give a trustworthy impression.
"If he so much as touched a hair on the head of anyone in our family…" The intention behind Emilio's words was clear, and in this case, I had no qualms about hunting the guy down and showing him exactly what an asshole he was.
"He'll think twice about actually doing it, I'm sure."
"I don't care. I got us two security guards at the villa, and Natale also checks in occasionally. Gia and Dario have also taken care of putting up more protection. So if he thinks he can get to anyone the odds are against him."
His statement reminded me that there were no security guards at my house, and Amedea had already thought she was in danger once. Because of her father and how he had pulled her out of the house on the Amalfi Coast.
Still, I wouldn't position additional men. Not if it meant having more prying eyes and ears on the property.
"What about you? Are your security measures up to date?"
"I live in Fort Knox," I grumbled, cleverly masking the fact that some nights I didn't even think it necessary to lock the front door properly.
Who would stumble into my house up there by chance? The chance of finding anyone even in the vicinity was extremely unlikely. Besides, I still had cameras and good surveillance software.
"In any case, we can't stall the man much longer. He will soon demand an answer." Although Emilio only summarized the situation, I felt a pang of anger.
When could this issue finally be put to rest? I wanted to return to the everyday agenda, where Amedea lived on her own and was no longer in my house.
It couldn't be that hard!
"Tell him to mind his own business," I replied and walked away. Maybe it was better to keep my stay here as short as necessary.
I had already thanked Carlotta for taking so much trouble with the wedding. I also saw Fiero more often than I liked, and the rest I preferred to avoid because I knew exactly what kind of questions would rain down on me if I came near them.
"I'll invite him to a little party," Emilio called after me. "And then you'd better give him every reason to believe you're a couple!"
I raised my arm to give him the middle finger. A party? A play? Who did he think I was anyway?
