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I give her a look. “I woke up around 7,tesoro. In my book, that classifies as sleeping in.”
“Then you started working.” She points at the laptop. “What happened to, ‘today’s a vacation day’?”
“It is a vacation day. But that doesn’t mean I can’t work from home.”
She sighs softly and I chuckle, pulling her even closer and relishing in her warmth.
“I believe I was promised breakfast, dinner, and lunch,” I say, nudging her cheek softly with my nose.
“I assumed a vacation meant I would get you without all the… you know… work stuff,” she retorts. “Come on, Christian. No more working.”
My next words are drowned by the ringtone of my phone cutting through the air. I give her a small smile before grabbing it and picking it up.
“Hold that thought,” I tell her, gently placing her beside me on the couch when I realize it’s my brother.
“We have a problem,” Carlo says as soon as I pick up.
“Of course we do,” I mutter, getting to my feet so Daniella can’t overhear the conversation.
“Two of our men are dead.”
I let out a harsh breath, quickly switching to Italian. “What happened?”
“Someone busted our drug deal. This detective’s out for D’Angelo blood, Christian.”
Carlo sounds pretty pissed and my blood ices over, as well. He doesn’t even comment on me replying in Italian. I can hear the frustration lining his voice.
“Who?” I ask, referring to the dead men. Every single man that works for the family is my responsibility, which means I’ve currently got two dead men and their families on my hands.
He tells me their names and my fist clenches around the phone.
“We need to look into this detective,fratello,” Carlo says, switching to Italian as well, probably unconsciously.
“I know,” I tell him, my eyes momentarily meeting Daniella’s. She looks pissed but this is out of my hands. “Listen, Carlo. Could you take care of the funerals and meeting their families for me? I can’t today.”
My brother pauses. “You’ve never delegated something like this.”
“No,” I agree, “but I promised Daniella I would spend the day with her.”
Another long pause. “Well, damn. You haven’t taken a day off in years.”
“I know. Which is why I need you to handle this for me. I’ll take care of the detective. Find out who he is, where he lives, and…” My gaze connects with Daniella’s and the quickening of my heartbeat is a clear sign of what I figured out last night. I’m so fucked. “We’re going to destroy him,” I tell my brother.
He lets out a sound of approval before hanging up. I turn to my fiancée, switching to English.
“Every time you look at me like that, Evans, all I can think about is how much I want to kiss you.”
Her eyes narrow. “You said no more secrets.”
“Sure, but there are some aspects of the business you really shouldn’t concern yourself with,” I explain, dropping onto the couch beside her.
She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m going to brush up on my Italian, babe. When that happens what are you going to do? How are you going to have your secret conversations then?”
I kiss the side of her neck. Her breath hitches and she clutches my neck.
“Don’t worry, baby. I speak other languages,” I assure her.
She pushes me off and I laugh.
