I move toward the door. “Do what?”
He gets up. “Give up on us.”
“Why would I give another chance to a man who is incapable of love? I deserve better than that, Rafe.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but I’m done. I can’t do this right now, not when my heart is about to splinter. Without giving him a chance to respond, I walk out of the room.
CHAPTER 44
RAFAELE
De Rossi is standing just outside the library. In my haste to go after Cleo, I nearly run into him. His eyes move to Cleo’s retreating form before he levels his gaze back on me. “I don’t think she wants to talk to you right now.”
“I know.” When I first saw her, she looked at me like she wanted to incinerate me, like I was something unholy that had crawled back from the dead.
“What now?”
Great fucking question. I rake my fingers through my hair. I’m not going back to New York. I lost the first battle, but I came here prepared for a long war. I’m not giving up.
“Let me stay here for a few nights.”
De Rossi drags his tongue over his teeth and shakes his head. “Cleo made it clear she doesn’t want you here.”
I bite on the inside of my cheek, tamping down the strong urge to tell him to fuck off. He didn’t have to let me into his house, but I managed to convince him. Barely. It won’t take much for him to rescind that permission.
“I still have things I need to say to her.”
“Why didn’t you say them, then?” he asks, his voice razor sharp.
I was supposed to but she ran from me before I could.
When she took off the ring, I lost it. It felt so utterly wrong that I knew I’d do anything to get her to put it back on, and so I did. I got down on my knees for her, begged and pleaded and prayed. It worked. Thank fuck, it worked.
That ring is a symbol of everything we were, everything we still can be. I want her to think of us whenever she looks down at it.
I have to convince her I’m worth another shot.
Tomorrow, I’ll try again.
“If you want to win her back, you’re going to have to try harder,” De Rossi says firmly. “She’s hurt. Thanks to you, she blames herself for what happened with Nero.”
“Believe me, I know. I fucked up.”
He stares me down even though we’re the same height. “I can’t tell her the truth about Nero.” He looks like he wants to say more, but he doesn’t have to.
He can’t tell her about Nero, but I can.
That would require me to trust Cleo fully. I know De Rossi, Ras, and Giorgio know how to keep a secret. They wouldn’t be where they are today if they didn’t, and it’s in their interest to protect their business partner. They’d gain nothing from ratting me out to Gino.
Cleo’s never had to guard information like this before, and she’s angry. Knowing the truth might only make her angrier. I’ve let her believe Nero is dead for weeks. I would be putting my fate and the fate of my family in her hands.
Am I willing to risk everything to get her back?
My father would never do something like that, but my sisters are right. I’m not him. I can be a better man than the one who raised me.
“Give me a few days. If I can’t get through to her in that time, I’ll leave.”
De Rossi blows out a breath, contemplating the request.
What the fuck am I going to do if he says no? Find a hotel nearby? Show up here every day until Cleo agrees to see me again? She’ll probably ask De Rossi to set his guard dogs on me. Hopefully, it doesn’t come to that.
After a while, he nods. “Fine. There’s a guest bedroom down the hall from the library. I’ll tell someone to bring your things.”
“I’ll do it.”
He turns to leave, and I call after him. He halts. There was a time I’d rather cut out my tongue than say the next two words to him, but now it seems like a small price to pay to be allowed another chance to win Cleo over. “Thank you.”
His jaw tightens. “Three days, Messero. That’s all you get.”
The next morning, I walk into the dining room around eight a.m. feeling uncomfortable in my own skin. I didn’t sleep well, I don’t like being De Rossi’s guest, and I just want my fucking wife back. But my frustration isn’t helpful, so I shove it away.
Valentina is sitting alone at the table, a cup of coffee in one hand and a book in the other. She hears me enter and shoots me a cold glare. “If you’re hoping to see Cleo, you’ll have to wait. She doesn’t have breakfast until much later.”