“I didn’t realize Rafaele had siblings.”
I don’t know much about him at all. Rafaele is stingy with words. His annoying consigliere talks about ten times more than him.
“We live in Switzerland,” Fabi says. She twists her bracelet around her wrist like she’s nervous. Maybe she’s not supposed to be talking to me?
Rafaele doesn’t seem to care, but some of the other people at the table are watching us with disapproving expressions.
My irritation bubbles to the surface. Fuck them. If they don’t want me talking to Rafaele’s sisters, that’s exactly what I’ll keep doing.
“My brother, Vince, also lives in Switzerland.”
Fabi arches a surprised brow. “Vince Garzolo? I don’t think we’ve met. Is he in Geneva or Zurich?”
“I think Zurich, but he may move around a bit. I’m not sure.” My brother’s life abroad is a mystery. I get the sense Vince likes to keep it that way.
“We’re in Geneva.” Elena takes a sip of her wine.
“How long have you been there?”
“Our mother sent us to boarding school there at eleven. We went to college afterward for undergrad and masters. Now, we both work at the UN.”
My eyes widen. “The UN?”
Beside her, Fabi laughs softly. “I know. Believe me, the irony isn’t lost on us. We keep a low profile, and no one there has any idea who our family is.”
I wonder how they manage to do that. They must use fake names. “So, you’re there on your own?”
“We have bodyguards with us, but they’re good at staying hidden. And at work, we’re as safe as it gets.”
I nod. I can’t imagine the UN offices would slack on security procedures.
“You look surprised,” Elena notes.
“I am. I didn’t think you’d be allowed to do something like that in your family. Based on what I’ve heard about Messeros, your men sound like a bunch of Neanderthals.” I glance at Rafaele, who’s still looking like a beautiful Roman statue, but I know he’s listening to every word.
His sisters stifle their laughs. Am I imagining it, or did Rafaele’s lips just twitch?
“Our father wanted us back after our graduation from uni, but then he got sick with cancer, and all of his plans for us went on hold,” Elena says, her voice dropping lower. “And when Rafe took over, he told us we could stay for a few more years if we wanted to.”
“So we’ll stay in Geneva until time comes for us to marry,” Fabi says, a note of resignation in her voice. She doesn’t sound too excited about the prospect.
Trust me, I know exactly how you feel.
The servers come out with the main courses and signal an end to our conversation. A plate of steak appears before me.
I frown at it. I’m a vegetarian, but I suppose the maid who brought food to my room over the last few days didn’t care enough to notice that I’ve avoided eating any of the meat. I pick at the mashed potatoes while everyone else digs in.
Rafaele’s sisters seem nice. It’s hard not to be jealous of the freedom they get. I would have done anything to be allowed to leave New York, but there’s no hope of that now.
I scan the faces of other people sitting nearby. There’s Rafaele’s mom. I’ve spoken briefly to her before, but now she seems to be avoiding my gaze. She’s a frail woman—thin and pale. Beside her are two women who bear a resemblance to her. Are they her sisters? One of them meets my gaze and sneers. I sit up straighter.
Fuck you too, lady.
“Do you not like the food?”
I nearly drop my fork, startled by Rafaele’s question. I glance in his direction. His own plate is nearly clean.
“I don’t eat meat.”
He frowns. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“Didn’t think you’d care,” I mutter.
“Do you think I want to starve you?”
“Maybe you want me famished as a precaution so that I won’t have the energy to run away tomorrow.”
He arches a brow. “I already know you’re not going to run away. You care too much about your sister to do that.” He leans closer, brushing the tips of his fingers over my wrist and making my skin tingle. “But if you try, I’ll catch you,” he says, his eyes locked on mine.
I swallow. That shade of blue really is something. It feels like he can see right through me.
Rafaele pulls back and waves down one of the staff.
“Get her a vegetarian meal,” he says to the young server before moving his attention back to me. “Tonight, I want you to write down a list of all of your food preferences and give it to Sabina.”