I shook my head with a wry smile. I grabbed my phone and dialed Greta’s number. I’d never before called her but today I simply needed to hear her voice.
“Amo! Are you hurt?”
Hearing the concern in her voice and imagining the kindness in her eyes, I knew I’d made the right decision, a decision I’d never regret no matter what happened now. “No, I feel better than I have in a long time. I need to talk to you.”
“I need to talk to you too. If you hadn’t called, I would have asked you for a call. Amo, I can’t do it anymore.” My heart sank. Fuck, was she breaking things off? I would never accept that. Whatever was forcing her to make this decision—I would fucking smash it apart.
“I despise the secrecy. I know I told you I don’t mind being your dark secret but I do. I want us to be together all the time. I know we can’t but—"
“Greta, you aren’t a dark secret. You are fucking everything and I want everyone to know. I want everyone to know you’re mine. I don’t ever want there to be someone other than me.”
“There’s always only you.”
My heart swelled. “I told Cressida I want a divorce.”
Greta sucked in a sharp breath. “Really?”
“Really. I’m heading to my parents now. Once I’ve told them and handled the backlash, I’m going to book the next flight to Las Vegas and ask for your hand again. I hope this time your answer will be different.”
It would be the best Christmas present of all time.
“Amo.” Greta’s voice shook. “I’m scared I’m dreaming all of this.”
“If this were a dream we’d already be on our honeymoon and I’d be making you mine over and over again.”
Greta released a breath. “What if—”
“No matter what happens, we’ll be together. I’m going to face the consequences. Whatever happens will be worth it a thousand times over.”
“I talked to my mother. And I’ll tell my family as well.”
Greta had her own confrontations ahead of her.
“I should have told you before, but it never felt right, and maybe now isn’t the right time either because we’re on the phone but I simply need to tell you.” I took a deep breath because I’d never uttered those three words before. “I love you.”
“Oh Amo,” Greta whispered.
“Don’t cry.” I couldn’t stand the thought of Greta’s tears when I wasn’t there to hug her.
She let out a small laugh. “I won’t. I’m just happy. And I love you too.”
I grinned but the smile disappeared when I pulled up in front of my parents’ house. “I’m at my parents’。 Tell me how your chat with your family goes. Soon we’ll be together and then I won’t ever leave your side.”
We hung up, and after a moment to compose myself, I got out of my car and headed for the front door. I didn’t get the chance to ring the bell. The door opened and Valerio stood before me. He gave me a wide-eyed stare and grimaced. “You have balls to come here now. Mom’s trying to talk Dad off the ledge.”
He grinned. “I’ve been practicing my Capo look in front of the mirror these last fifteen minutes. What do you think?” He gave me a stern look.
“You look constipated.”
He shrugged. “Dad won’t retire tomorrow so I’ll have a few years to practice.”
“Good luck.”
Valerio patted my shoulder. “You need luck more than me.”
“Maybe you misunderstood him, Luca. He never mentioned Greta. Please don’t overreact.”
Luca kept pacing back and forth in the living room while Valerio and I were having lunch. Luca was too upset to eat.
“You didn’t see his expression. I’m sure he’s been seeing that Falcone girl behind my back all the time!”
“Takes guts to do that,” Valerio said with a cheeky smile. I sent him a warning look. This wasn’t the time to annoy his father, even if I loved his trickster mentality. He reminded me so much of my brother Fabiano. When Valerio had been a young boy, he’d looked so much like him and now that he was seventeen, he was how I imagined Fabiano would have been if our father hadn’t tried to kill him and turned him cold and jaded.
Since the war, I hadn’t seen Fabiano. If Amo had really seen Greta despite the war…
Cheating had always been a touchy subject for me given Luca’s and my past, but I couldn’t be mad at Amo or Greta. I’d seen how much Amo hated his life with Cressida, how it drained him in addition to an already draining work day.