Page 66 of Depths of Desire
Luca turned and left. Renzo took a seat in the first pew and watched me.
“You sure?” he asked.
I nodded. “God, I’m so sure.”
“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” he started. “How these women just take over our lives. If you’d told me I would fall in love with a human woman, I would’ve laughed in your face. Hell, if you’d told me I would’ve fallen in love at all, I would’ve laughed. But these women... there’s something about them.”
Renzo continues when I nod. “It’s like we have a connection. On a soul-deep level.”
“I agree. I think it’s all fated.”
“Me too,” Renzo agreed.
Luca strolled back in. “I have no doubt it’s fated,” he said as he sat down next to Renzo. “And that’s what worries me.”
“Do you think our downfall is fated as well?” I asked.
Luca hesitated but then gave a curt nod. “Yes, I do.
“I’m coming to that conclusion also,” I agree.
Renzo gave a small shrug. “But as I said to Nico, the curse can mean all kinds of things.”
“True,” I said. “But if they destroy thela famiglia, then what will we have?”
“I trust you two have put money away,” Renzo said. “As have I.”
He looked at Luca, who nodded.
“Yes. My nightclubs are held completely separately. And even if they go under suddenly, somehow... I’ve set aside enough money to last me several human lifetimes.”
“But what about you?” Luca turned to me. “Ifla famigliagoes under—what do you have?”
Renzo raised a brow. “Yeah. What do you have?”
I hesitated, but I guessed now was as good a time as any to tell them. “Wineries.”
“Come again?” Renzo asked.
“I have wineries. All over the world.”
“Do you now?” Luca says with a grin. “Well, that’s unexpected.”
“No more so than your nightclubs,” I said to him.
“Touché. But seriously—wineries?”
“Yes. I’ve kept it under wraps, but they make me a lot of money. So even ifla famigliagoes under, I’ll be fine.”
“What about you, Renzo?” I asked. “You’ve runla famigliafor years—from behind the scenes, and now at the head. It’s been your focus. Your sole focus. What will you do?”
He smiled. “Oh, I’ve been working on a few things. Ifla famigliagoes under, so be it. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine—Mia and me.”
“Come on,” I prodded. “You must tell us. What’s your side hustle?”
Renzo grinned. “Rum and whiskey,” he said.
“Really?” Luca laughed. “Awesome. Look at you two in the alcohol business.”
