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After hanging up, I search for Lucia, prepared to tell her the full truth. It won’t be an easy burden to bear.
I find her in the living room, dancing around and … smiling. She looks so happy.
I can’t ruin that.
“Join me?” she asks, holding out her hand.
I shake my head.
She pouts, then goes back to dancing, having the time of her life.
I decide to stay quiet and hold onto another secret.
CHAPTER 15
Lucia
Those bitches are back.
Santino is out of the house today, so it’s just me by myself. Things have been better between us. We’ve been talking more. Less arguing. It’s been good. If things continue this way, I can see myself falling in love with him.
So, while that’s been good, there’s now another problem.
Alexandria and the rest of her fake friends are standing on the other side of the front door, wanting to come in. I had no idea they wanted to come over. I’m not prepared.
Did Santino lie to me again?
“Lucia, open the door,” Alexandria says, knocking profusely.
I ignore her and call Santino instead. “Did you invite them over?”
“Invite who over?” The sound of his deep voice makes me shiver. His voice tends to do that to me.
“Alexandria.”
“No. In fact, I told my men explicitly to tell their wives to respect you.”
My heart flutters at his words. He’s been trying to do right by me.
“Thank you for that,” I tell him. “So, then, why are they here?”
“You’ll have to ask them. Just … try to not kill Alexandria, ok?”
“Is that a joke, or are you serious?”
“A little bit of both.”
I smile. It’s crazy to think Santino is saying and doing things now that actually make me smile. “All right. I’ll try to be good. Tak to you later.”
After hanging up, I slowly walk to the door. Alexandria has been incessantly knocking and ringing the doorbell for the past five minutes. You’d think she’d get the hint, but nope.
With a sigh, I open the door.
Alexandria steps back, eyes widening. “Finally. I was beginning to think you were dead in there.” Her laugh is high-pitched and strained. The other three women join in.
“What do you want?” I ask. “Why are you here?”
“We brought wine,” Isabella says, holding up a bottle. “Thought we could make amends for how we left things last time.”
