Page 22 of Black Widow's Kiss

We both stared at each other in silence for a moment. I didn’t know what he was thinking but I had gotten it out.

“Is this gonna be a problem?” I asked my shell-shocked brother.

“Of course not, Dante. No problem.”

“Good. Is there anything else?”

“One thing. How are you planning on breaking this to Pa? I mean, you know me, I’m open minded. But he isn’t exactly from our school of thought.”

Our school of thought? What exactly was Matteo saying to me?

“I assume that you’re gonna run back to him with this?”

“I’m hoping I don’t have to?”

“You don’t have to do shit.”

“Dante, you married a fuckin’ man! No disrespect for it. But, he’s gonna find out.”

Matteo was right. He couldn’t be blinded-sided with this. Coming from the wrong person, he was likely to kill them for telling him.

I grabbed the stitches that I had to do myself locked away in my room.

“You alright?”

“I’m fine. Seat belts keep you alive, but…” I said implying that my discomfort came from that.

“Wait. Did your accident have anything to do with getting married at Sato place yesterday?”

How did I explain that?

“It happened when I was driving away.”

He looked at me confused.

“So, what happened to Lorenzo? Didn’t you say he was there with you?”

“Not when I was heading out.”

“Why wasn’t he with you when you were heading out?”

“I needed to go out and get some fuckin’ air. Do you have a problem with that?”

Matteo backed off.

“I don’t have a problem with it. I’m just trying to understand what happened. You know Pa is gonna ask me about this.”

“Just tell him, what you know. I don’t have any secrets.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked me cutting to the heart of things.

“Look. Tell him what you gotta tell him. I have nothin’ to hide. I did what I had to do. Now it’s done.”

“You know Ma’s gonna want to meet him, right? She’s gonna expect you to bring him by for Sunday dinner. There’s no way you’re gonna escape that.”

Oh fuck. He was right. No matter what Pa thought about this, Ma was gonna welcome him into the family. She’s gonna want to have him over and she’ll expect him to act like a part of the family.

How was I gonna bring my crazy new dress-wearing husband to one of our off-the-rail family dinners. If anyone says anything about his dresses, someone could end up dead.

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