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“It could have been worse,” Matteo said, grinning Hein his eyes told ly But, holy fuck, your little fiancée is an apparition That dress That body That hair and face” Matteo whistled It see his brother on purpose

“She’s a child,” Luca said dislad that he didn’t look at me like a man looked at a woman

“She didn’t look like a child to ed the older man, Cesare “What do you say? Is Luca blind?”

Cesare shrugged with a careful glance at Luca “I didn’t look at her closely”

“What about you, Ro eyes in your head?”

Romero looked up, then quickly looked back down to his drink

Matteo threw his head back and laughed “Fuck, Luca, did you tell your irl? You aren’t even married to her”

“She’sa chill down my back with his voice, not to mention his eyes He looked at Matteo, who shook his head “For the next three years, you’ll be in New York and she will be here You can’t always keep an eye on her, or do you intend to threaten every man in the Outfit You can’t cut off all of their dicks Maybe Scuderi knows of a few Eunuchs who can keep watch over her”

“I’ll do what I have to,” Luca said, swirling the drink in his glass “Cesare, find the two idiots who are supposed to guard Aria” The way ue uards now Umberto had always protected me and my sisters

Cesare left immediately and returned ten minutes later with Umberto and Raffaele, both looked butt-hurt that they’d been sus by someone from New York Father was a step behind them

“What’s theof this?” Father asked

“I want to have a ith the men you chose to protect what’s mine”

Gianna huffed besidein on this conversation Father would throw a fit if we revealed the position of his secret door

“They are good soldiers, both of them Raffaele is Aria’s cousin, and Umberto has worked for me for almost two decades”

“I’d like to decide for myself if I trust them,” Luca said I held et without actually insulting ave a curt nod He remained in the rooood with the knife”

“The best,” Father interjected A muscle in Luca’s jaitched

“Not as good as your brother, as rumor has it,” Urin “But better than any other man in our territory,” Umberto admitted eventually

“Are you married?”

Umberto nodded “For twenty-one years”