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“Don’t worry about it. Garon has put her in her place. How about I take a to go order back home and tell Santo you’ve sent it?”
Her eyes almost took the shape of little hearts. “You’re amazing.”
“Monica, hello.” Garon barked at her.
“No need to be so aggressive, Caputo.” She said. “I’m not the enemy.”
“Aren’t you?”
“No. I’ve already apologized to Pina.”
“Good, you should have.” Monica rolled her eyes at him. “We have a reservation, so good night.”
He dragged me away and I didn’t have a chance to say anything else to Monica.
“Garon, that was rude. She was very polite.”
“Her mother pretty much called you a prostitute. They should be grateful I’m in a good mood and didn’t decide to pull out someone’s teeth tonight.”
“What did you and Michele talk about for so long?”
“He apologized. He’ll come see you next week to gift you one of his wife’s jewelry pieces, some gold necklace she loves.”
My jaw dropped. “I don’t want her damn necklace.”
“Throw it away, I don’t care. It’s about respect.” He kissed my cheek with crushing tenderness while the whole restaurant watched. “Now, I promised the mother of my child some lemon tart.”
“Yes, you did.”
A server appeared with it in one hand.
“After everything, we should start with dessert. What do you say,Piccolina?”
“I love you.” I whispered.
“Good girl.”
“Huh?” I turned my head to him. “Oh, I was talking to the tart.”
His laugh filled the room, but I was already dipping my fingers into the lemon filling. The night was saved.
Chapter 13
She looked beyond beautiful, covered in a soft light glow and smiling from one ear to another. This new dress she had on—it had to be new because I would have remembered seeing Pina inthat—was sinful on her body. I didn’t even know what was on my plate because I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her.
Our table was secluded, away from the main dinning floor, so we could finally be in peace. I didn’t mind the attention or the scandal. Hell, I thrived on it for years, but not Pina. She was always the mousy girl sitting in the corner at parties, or playing with her dog at barbecues. I thought I had everything handled, but after Bonna Ciccisbeo’s performance, it occurred to me that I had to be more fucking clear. It was time to make sure to let everyone in the goddamnfamigliaknow that the next person that brings an insult to my woman will find themselves swimming with the fishes of the Adriatic. Man or woman, I didn’t fucking care.
“Garon, are you still with me?” She asked while I was gulping my third bottle of wine. The weak booze wasn’t doing much to improve my mood.
“Yes,Piccolina.”
“You look angry. Is your food bad?”
“I’m not. I…” I ruffled a hand through my hair and sat back in the chair. “Not angry, not with you.”
“Is this about Bonna?” She rolled her eyes. “We knew it would happen. We talked about it, remember?”
“Yes, but talking about it and seeing someone talking down to you are two very different things. I wanted you to have fun, not be disrespected.”
