“And you decided to take her sister instead?” Fabi asks, her brows moving up her forehead.
“A debt is owed to me, and I’m collecting on it.”
Elena scoffs. “How simple. So you’re forcing this poor girl into marriage?”
“I’m not forcing her into anything,” I say, annoyed that she would assume that of me. “For someone who just admitted to having no knowledge of the situation, you’re making a lot of assumptions. Cleo offered to take her sister’s place, and I accepted.”
Elena’s narrowed gaze drills into me. “Is it true what they say about her?”
“What do they say about her?”
“She’s troubled. She’s a nightmare to be around. She lost her virginity to an outsider.”
“Her virginity is intact,” I say evenly. “Send anyone who says otherwise my way.”
My sisters exchange a look. “We heard you killed some guy that was after her,” Fabi says after a moment. “Is that true? In front of everyone at your club?”
That I did. Ludovico Rizzo, the last made guy Garzolo tried to set up Cleo with.
Nero’s words come back to me. I’ve seen how she gets under your skin.
Bullshit. I just had to enforce a certain level of civilized behavior at one of my establishments.
I shrug. “He deserved it.”
Fabi swallows. “How come?”
“He came to my club and acted like a baboon. It was an important night, and I thought I’d send a message.”
“What message?” Elena demands.
Do not fucking touch what’s mine.
It’s what I said to Ludovico right before I killed him, although Cleo was far from mine when I saw the bastard trying to force himself on her.
But in the moment, that didn’t matter.
I wanted him to die.
A prickling sensation appears at my nape, and I run a finger under my collar.
I must have drunk too much that night to snap like that. That would explain why I lost control for a brief moment.
Long enough to murder someone.
But it all worked out just fine, didn’t it? It served to remind everyone about my reputation, and that never hurts.
“To not behave in my club the way one would in a cheap whorehouse,” I say.
Fabi sighs and smooths her hands over her dress. “Should we talk to her before you’re wed? Offer words of encouragement?”
“You mean offer our condolences?” Elena snipes.
“No.” I don’t want Cleo talking to anyone but me and Sabina, the house manager who’s been with the family for decades. She’s seen it all, and she’s loyal. I know nothing Cleo says will ruffle her. Until there’s a wedding band on Cleo’s finger, I’m not taking any chances.
Elena shakes her head. “Have you even had a conversation with your future wife?”
“A few.” None of which have gone too well, but I’ve replayed each one of them in my head more times than I care to admit.
Fabi tucks a strand behind her ear. “Do you like her?”
Yeah, I like her. I like her full pink lips, and her green almond-shaped eyes, and the way she looks at me when she’s angry. I like her sweet ass and her round, plump tits.
I know I’ll definitely like having them in my mouth.
It’s like I said to Nero, Cleo is a bombshell. It’s been a while since I wanted to fuck someone as badly as I want to fuck my future wife. But I’m not about to say that to my sisters.
“This is a business arrangement. Cleo is as good as any other woman as far as I’m concerned.”
Fabi’s face falls. “Rafe…she’s going to be tied to you for life.”
She says it with pity, and if I had to guess, it’s not me she’s pitying.
There’s a light knock on the door, one I immediately recognize as our mother’s. “Come in,” I call out.
Mamma shuffles in, dressed in a light-blue outfit, and when she notices Fabi and Elena, her steps falter. “Am I interrupting anything?” she asks softly.
I spin my pen again. “Not at all.”
She meets my gaze, but as usual, she only holds it for a second before she looks away. It used to bother me how after all these years, she still can’t look at me. It’s like she sees the shadow of my father inside my eyes. But I’ve made peace with it.
“Maybe you can help us talk some sense into him,” Elena snaps.
“Regarding what?”
“This parody of a wedding! Mamma, do you really think this is a good idea?” Elena implores. “Rafe changes the woman he’s marrying days before the ceremony, and we’re all acting like it’s no big deal?”