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“Alright. If that’s what you believe, Conall is looking into it, but I’m sure it’s nothing serious. I’ll see you soon, Francesca. Call if you need anything. Remo or I can be here at any time.”

“Sure, big brother, send my love to Remo,” I murmured, allowing him to kiss both my cheeks.

“See you never, Don Santelli,” Theo infused her departing remark with as much scorn as she could muster as Angelo left.

“Oh, you’ll be seeing me,piccola.”

Theo turned to me with wide eyes when the door clicked shut. “Okay, your brother is a pain in the ass. You know that, right? I guess that isn’t surprising.”

I raised an eyebrow. “You know what surprised me, Theo? The way you made moon eyes at each other.”

Theo scoffed and waved a hand dismissively. “Please. He’s not my type.”

I smirked. “Uh-huh.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. The real question is, do you think he could get you out of the whole arranged marriage situation?”

I exhaled deeply and leaned back in my chair. “No.”

Theo regarded me for a moment before nodding. “Yeah. I think that’s all just smoke and mirrors. In this world, the whole blood oath is a signed deal. But if you ever want to talk about it?—”

“I know.” I smiled, feeling grateful. “Now, let’s get back to what matters—making sure Conall combusts when he sees the new decor.”

Theo grinned. “Now that’s a battle I want to see from the front row.”

I plastered on a smile. My goal wasn’t to drive Conall completely batty, but I did want to poke him a little bit — and make this place more livable for me. I realized that Conall needed things to be orderly. I tried to ask him about it last night, but he shut me down, saying he had things ‘under control.’ I wasn’t sure that was completely true. Still, I’d add some touches to the living room and leave the rest of the rooms alone. I didn’t want to disturb him too much.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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I exhaled sharplyas I stepped out of the elevator, rolling my shoulders as if I could shake off the tension from the day. My penthouse—my sanctuary—was just a few feet away, but Finn’s earlier message had put my nerves on edge.

Me: Status update on my wife.

Finn: Theodosia Anthakos visited. They stayed at the penthouse for a while and are now shopping.

Me: Shopping for what?

Finn: Tons of shit, boss. Girl shit. Plants and pillows.

Me: Stay close.

Finn: Always.

I neededto have a serious conversation with Maxim and Ilias. I didn’t think there was any way to control Ilias’s sister, but she should definitely have a bodyguard right now. That girl was trouble. I almost felt sorry for Angelo, but then I stopped myself and grinned with laughter. Damn. They were going to kill each other. It was going to be fun to watch.

Flicking my fingers across the screen, I sent a message to our group chat.

A-HoleChat

Me: We need to talk about protection.

Maxim: You need to talk about the birds and the bees?

Ilias: You need extra small condoms? I’ll pick you up a box.

Angelo: For fuck sake, you assholes. I hate you all. He’s married to my sister. Can we not talk about his dick?

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