Page 53 of Vincenzo
Smirking, I rest my back against the counter and take in the invisible steam I know is billowing from Izzy’s ears.
“Did I say you could have that?” she asks, annoyance seeping deep in her tone.
I take a sip. “Of course not, but when has that ever stopped me before?”
Izzy rolls her eyes and puts another espresso cup under the spout and presses the button to start the machine.
“So, what are you doing here this early in the morning? Trouble in paradise already?” I ask, poking at her and Nicco’s relationship.
Izzy furrows her brow at me. “Of course not. Nicco’s just busy unloading a large shipment with Leo and Dante today, so I came over to see Lux. Between work and Nicco, I haven’t seen her much, and I need some girl time.”
“We all need girl time,” says a voice from behind me.
“Liana,” I say in greeting. “Should’ve known wherever one of the three of you is, the other two aren’t far behind.”
“Vincenzo,” she says with a smirk as she walks over to the espresso machine and takes the freshly brewed cup.
“Seriously?” Izzy says, throwing her hands up in the air.
Liana quirks a brow over the small brim of the cup. “What? This was for me, right?”
Izzy laughs and says, “Sure,” then finds another espresso cup and starts on her third cup of the morning.
“Alright,” I say, putting my empty cup in the sink. “It’s been fun sharing my morning coffee with you ladies, but I need to go find Teo and ruin whatever good mood Lux has put him.”
“Why, what’d you do?” Liana asks.
“What makes you thinkIdid something?”
“Oh, please,” Izzy says. “You’re stiff. You’re never stiff unless you fucked up.”
Arching a cocky brow, I say. “Well,actually, I?—”
Izzy raises her hands to stop me. “Ew! Do not finish that sentence, Enzo.”
Liana scrunches her nose as if I’ve offended her. “You’re disgusting, you realize that, right?”
I laugh and give them a loose shrug. “Izzy said it. I was just clearing things up. Can’t have you guys thinking I’m imp?—”
Izzy raises her hands to stop me again. “I swear if you finish that?—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” I laugh and wave them off.
“Enzo,” my brother says, and my head lifts at the sound.
“Big bro. It’s about time you got up,” I say, walking toward him.
“I told you eight. It’s eight-oh-one,” he grumbles while rolling up the sleeves of his perfectly pressed shirt.
“Yes,” I say, giving him a pat on his shoulder before breezing past him down the hall. “And now it’s going to be eight-oh-two by the time we get to your office, so chop, chop.”
We take a seat across from one another at Teo’s desk. I cross one leg over the other and set my elbow on the armrest.
“So,” he says, lacing his fingers together and setting them on his desk. His shoulders are lifted and tight, and I know this conversation is only going to make him even more tense. “What the fuck did I miss last night?”
“It’s more like what we both missed.”
Teo sits back in his seat and narrows his gaze on me, waiting for me to continue.
