Page 92 of Secrets of the Brother
I raised a finger. “And you can only take it out if Roberto is piloting it.”
“Is he the handsome silver fox crew member or the awkward young one?”
“I refuse to dignify that… but yes, the silver fox. Do we have a deal?”
“Deal.” She waved her hand at me like a genie on a throne granting wishes. “What is your favor?”
I braced myself for her laughter. Taking a deep breath, I said, “I need more clothes.”
* * *
I returnedto my bedroom with a handful of designer dresses and three tote bags filled with shoes, purses, scarves, makeup, and jewelry.
As I heeled the door closed behind me, I smirked at Bianca. “You have no idea how much this just cost me.”
She smirked back as she took a wooden hanger from my grasp and inspected the Valentino dress. “Serves you right. If you hadn’t torn my dress, you wouldn’t have had to go begging your aunt for clothes.”
“I wanted to ask Amara, but she was… occupied.”
Despite being an adult, there was still something wrong about approaching a parent’s bedroom door and hearing… sounds.
“You could always just let me go home.”
I kissed her bare shoulder. “Out of the question. A deal is a deal.”
She grabbed several hangers and headed toward the bathroom as she tossed cheekily over her shoulder, “Well I hope you enjoyed it, because after that stunt about trying to knock me up, that was the last time you’re getting anywhere near me.”
She slammed the bathroom door shut.
I smiled.
We’ll see.
* * *
Bianca was sittingin the passenger seat of my silver Ferrari GTC4Lusso, tossing the contents of her evening purse into the purse she'd borrowed from Aunt Gabriella. She paused to check her mobile.
“Fuck.”
“Language,” I growled, tossing her a quick glare as I navigated a sharp turn.
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Do that again and I’ll take it as a sign you want me to lick your sweet pussy again.”
She snapped her jaw shut as her cheeks flushed pink.
“My parents called over twenty times. There is also a number I don’t recognize. Since it’s local I’m assuming it's Nevio wondering what happened to me.”
I snatched the phone from her hand and tossed it into the back seat. “They all can keep wondering.”
“Hey! I have to at least call my parents back.”
“No.”
“Enzo.”
“The answer is no, Bianca, and that’s final. It was your father’s business dealings that got Renata killed. The fact that she is a woman is the only fucking reason why your mother is still breathing after I learned she hit you. And don’t get me started on her trying to pawn you off on that asshole, Nevio Zettici. I don’t know what his involvement in this bullshit is, but trust me, I’ll find out.”
