All because of who I am, mostly.
If it wasn’t for Emilio and his dumbass DNA test, we wouldn’t be going through this.
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I glance down at it, displaying Speakeasy Brewery.
Torin.
It has to be. And he’s another one who just needs to ignore Matteo once and for all so that it doesn’t add more to what’s already going on.
Also, did Reeve rat me out for meeting Emilio the other day?
“Why are you calling me?”
I hear Torin immediately laugh on the other side. “Hello to you, too, Wildfire. I was just checkin’ in on my favorite girl.”
Maybe not.
“I’m going to hang up now.”
“You do,” he warns casually before I can pull the phone away from my ear. “And I’m just going to call Wallace and ask him to speak to you.”
My nostrils flare because I have no doubt that he would. “Why are you always starting trouble with my boyfriend?”
“Because he’s not your boyfriend.”
How did he figure that out?
It could be because Levi and I don’t stride around displaying PDA all the time. He may have claimed me in front of them, but there’s no status between the two of us other than we’re extremely close.
“And you made that observation how?” I ask, watching Levi do another lap across the kitchen.
“Because, if I were your boyfriend, Matteo would be dead by now.”
“And that’s why you’re not,” I retort. “You’re too insane to be in a relationship.”
“You like my crazy, baby. We’re one in the same, you and me. It’s why we work. It’s what will make the sex even more crazy.”
And I feel guilty about that when Levi is losing his mind in my kitchen and I’m over here fucking his enemy.
The fuck is wrong with me?
“Was there a reason why you called?” I ask simply. “Or are you just that bored?”
“I wanted to check in.”
“About?”
“The other night.”
I promptly become uncomfortable because, even though I was with Cairo, if I was with Torin, it would’ve been much worse.
Since the two of them have a past, Matteo would’ve started poppin’ off a lot sooner then. He wouldn’t divulge any qualms about killing the Prince of The Landings and what that would mean for him afterward.
“I’m fine, Torin,” I mutter so that Levi doesn’t hear me.
“Bad time?”
“It’s always a bad time to be speaking to you.”