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Dante sucks in a few deep breaths, his eyes still wide on mine. “Holy shit,” he mutters, his voice half growl.
He doesn’t even need to say more, I already know what I’ve just done. I bonded him to me.
Chapter 14
“Well, I’d say as far as make ups go, that one was pretty damned successful.” Ares lays the sarcasm on thick.
I narrow my eyes at him, pissed that he’s making light of the fact Ibonded another personto mewithout their consent. Dante, for his part, seemscompletelycontent, happy even about the development.
He didn’t almost pass out the way Ares did, but he collapsed back into the couch, his eyes drooping low.I made sure he was okay, brushing his hair way from his face and holding his hand, and thankfully I didn’t scream for help the way I did for his brother. I don’t think the hotel would appreciate my screaming bloody murder for all their guests to hear.
Ares gets a gleam in his eye and I’mprettysure that gleamdoesn’t mean anything good for me as he rubs his hand over his lips, trying to hide his grin. “Thisis going to be easier than I thought.”
“What is?” I question, still running my hand over Dante’s thigh, because it seemed to help Ares recover when I was touching him. That’s the reason I don’t want to take my hands off him, it has nothing to do with the factthatit feels like another piece of my soul just slide into place.
“Convincing my mother to stay in Italy,” Ares answers cryptically.
“Wishful thinking,” Dante chimes in, his body languid as he relaxes back into the sofa and pulls me with him tolie across his chest. I don’t bristle at all. In fact, I curl into him, inhaling his scent into my lungs.
My eyes grow heavy. The adrenaline kick I got after bonding with Ares seems to have been a one and donekinda thing. It might have had more to do with the factthatI thought I’d killed him more than the actual bonding.
Ares takes the seat I was mostly in moments ago and opens his laptop. Good, he’s giving us a few minutes before calling. With his thigh almost under my butt and Dante’s heart under my head, I absorb the feeling of wholeness I didn’t know I was missing. If it’s like this bonded to two of them, what will it be like once it happens with all four?
Ares is typing on his computer when I hear a woman’s husky voice call out “Ciao!” My eyes pop open to see a beautiful dark-haired woman waving vigorously from the open laptop. A man’s face pops up next to her, and she leans over to make room. I bolt upright, worried they could see me draped over Dante.
“Hey son!” the man calls. “A call on Saturday afternoon? We haven’t had one of those in ages.” All lightness in his tone disappears when he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“Why would you assume something is wrong, just because I’m calling my dear parents?” The man scoffs, Ares’s charm completely ignored. “William, your son is in trouble.” His face disappears from the screen but not before the woman tsks him.
Her thickly accented voice admonishing him as she scolds, “Stop it. My boy isn’t in any trouble are you,Tesoro?”
“No Mamma.” His accent elongates the word. If I hadn’t heard it myself, I would accuse anyone that repeated Ares’s words a liar.
She clucks her tongue again, not looking at the camera. Another man bends to view the screen and his eyes narrowed much like I’ve seen Ares’s do. This must be William.
“You always assume the worst,” Ares doesn’t hide his grin, “and even though that’s usually the case, it isn’t today.”
The other man returns, both of their faces looming next to Ares’s mother. “Where’s Dante?” I see her search the screen, butAres is zoomed inclose and his shoulders fill the space.
“He’s here.” Ares jerks his head over in our direction. I wipe my face off, and pat down my hair, he could have given me a little more warning.
“Hi Mamma,” Dante calls, and that’s just adorable. Dante’s accent is not nearly as pronounced, but I’m going to tease bothof themmercilessly about it. Ares sets the laptop on the table and leans back, so all three of our faces are visible.
She sees Dante first, her face splits into a huge grin. “Dante—” She barely gets his name out before her pretty mouth falls open. “Dimmi?” she demands, her voice just above a whisper.
“Certo,” Ares answers her question, and I don’t even understand.
The woman stands, and then falls back to her seat as the camera goes a little pixilated.“Truly,Tesoro. Tell me this isher?” Her voice holds an edge of pleading.
Instead of answering, Ares says, “Mamma this is our Laura, Laura I’d like you to meet our mother, Rosa.” I lock my eyes on the screen awaiting her reaction.
Rosa’s voice isdead calm when she demands, “Malcom we need a plane.”
“And our fathers,” Dante cuts her off, “Malcom and William.”
“William,” Rosa calls out like he’s not standing right next to her.
Grabbing a hold of his sleeve she stares up at him. “I need a plane.” Rosa looks back into the camera. “No, Ares you come get me.Velocemente.”
