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“It’s manageable,” Dario says. “If we go on with the vow renewal and project an image of strength, the men will understand. Even better if we can catch Rocco and make him pay for what he’s done.”
“Rocco,” Marcela whispers. “My baby’s godfather. I don’t understand.”
“All men want power, sweetness,” Vittorio mutters. “Until they get it. Then they understand the mistake they made.”
My cell phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Veronica.
Veronica:Come to my room.
“I need to see my boss,” I say, standing up. “Maybe she’s feeling better. I could use her help for the final stretch… we want everything perfect.”
Dario stands. “I’ll come with you.”
“You don’t have?—”
“I know I don’t have to. But I’m coming anyway.”
Together, we walk outside.
Dario turns and takes me in his arms. “That stuff you were saying in there…”
“I had to know just how mobbish this mob was, Dario.”
“My father told the truth. No one will hurt you. But if anyone tried, I’d stop them. I’d never let anyone hurt you, okay?”
I try to laugh it off. “It’s fine.”
“No–I need you to understand.” He pulls me in for a hug, and my resolve melts, and I hold him tightly.
“I get it,” I whisper. “Thank you.”
CHAPTER 32
DARIO
Despite everything, my body is still aching warmly as Siena and I walk down the beach together. I’ve got my hand on the small of her back, just above her ample ass. She flashes me a look. “Why do I feel like you chose this dress for a reason?”
“You know me too well.”
It’s one of her summer dresses, the fabric so thin it outlines her shape perfectly.
“Listen…” The fun spark drains from her expression. “I need to tell you something. Maybe I should’ve told you sooner.”
I stop walking. A bad feeling tightening my gut. “You’ve got a boyfriend.”
“What!” She looks at me like I’m crazy. “No. I don’t. I’d never cheat. Never. Jeez, Dario.”
“Shit, sorry.”
“A boyfriend,” she repeats, shaking her head.
“I was about to run into the goddamn ocean.”
“It’s about my boss.”
“Okay…”
“You know I told you that Rocco made me feel uncomfortable?”
