Page 65 of The Devil's Fire

“Does that mean I can take you home with me, too?” Michael wiggled his brows.

“Let us just do this.” I rolled my eyes playfully as I reached for the glasses.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and I gave an excited nod.

“1…2…3…Soju Bomb!” We yelled together and slammed our hands down on the table on either side of the glass, making the shot drop into the beer, and we quickly downed it in one go.

“Hell yeah!” Michael yelled and slammed the glass down on the table.

“Why did we eat that much?” I groaned when we went for a walk. I was glad I was off my period so I wouldn’t be extra bloated, but I still had to unbutton my jeans to make room for dessert.

“I say that to myself every time I eat there. But it’s so worth it.” He even patted his stomach as I agreed with him. My stomach hurt, but it was worth every bite.

We took a stroll through KoreaTown; laughing, joking, and losing track of time. It was only when I caught sight of the sunset that I reached for my phone to check the time.

And my heart dropped as I saw the eighteen missed calls.

From Damiano.

Shit! How the fuck did I miss his calls?

“Michael, it’s getting late. We should get going now.”

“Why? Do you have a curfew or something?” He joked.

“No, just getting tired.” I lied and hurried him towards his car.

I bit down on my lip nervously when I realized that I totally forgot about Antonio. Damiano was most likely pissed. I didn’t dare call him back now and thought I would just talk to him when I returned to the manor.

When we pulled into my father’s driveway, I felt like my heart was about to explode at the sight of Damiano. He was inhaling deeply on a cigarette while his eyes never once left the car. I couldn’t figure out if he was pissed or not because his face showed absolutely nothing. Next to him stood Antonio, and he didn’t bother to mask his annoyance.

I gulped, not knowing what was awaiting me.

I exited the car at the same time my father walked down the stairs. He exchanged some words with Damiano before they shook hands. Damiano didn’t say a word to me when I approached them, only gave me a glance over before making his way to his car and waited for me.

“Figlia, I’ll see you when you come back for the wedding.” My father hugged me.

“Take care of yourself.” I smiled. “See ya, Michael. I had fun.” He hugged me tightly and kissed my temple before letting me go.

As I walked to Damiano, his eyes stayed locked on me, making me even more nervous. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and I was starting to hate when he wore his expressionless face.

He didn’t say anything to me when I sat in the car, but the way he slammed my door let me know he was mad.

I sunk down in the seat, bracing myself for his anger.

The ride was painfully silent.

Antonio took off somewhere in his car, leaving the two of us alone, and it felt suffocating.

“That’s not the way back… Where are we going?” I finally broke the silence and looked at Damiano. He straight up ignored me and didn't even glance my way. He had a tight hold on the steering wheel, making his knuckles turn white.

“If it’s about Antonio, then I’m sorry.” I apologized.

He let out a dark chuckle that sent a chill down my spine.

“You’re sorry?” He sneered. “Imagine the fucking phone call I got from Antonio, saying that he lost you.”

“I think you’re overreacting. I was just hanging out with Mic –”

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