Page 193 of Legacy
“She needs to know you, Angelo.Everything,” he continues. “If you haven’t told her already, she needs to know who you are. What you’ve done. What you’ll do. And shehas tocome first.”
He pauses, tilting his head, his next words softer, but they land like a blade.
“Don’t let history repeat itself.”
The air shifts.
Heat crawls up the back of my neck because we both know who he’s talking about.
The silence stretches, heavy, before I look away, jaw ticking.
“Don’t you have yourownlittle brunette to look after?” I toss over my shoulder, starting the coffee machine and pulling out plates for the bagels.
I catch the flash of surprise in his eyes.
I smirk to myself.
Yeah.
I figured that shit out the second he started disappearing.
“Still stalking her, or have you made it official yet?” I jab, watching the way his mouth flattens before he mutters something under his breath.
“What was that?” I ask, low.
Nico shrugs, casual as ever, but there’s a tightness around his mouth he can’t hide.
“Nothing,” he says, straightening. “Need anything else, boss?”
I stare at him for a beat too long.
I’ve known him long enough to know when I’ve hit a nerve.
But I let it go.
I shake my head. “No. Thanks, Nico.”
The words feel strange leaving my mouth.
We don’t usually bother with thank you.
Never had to.
It’s a given.
Nico feels it too, because he just nods once, sharp and heads down the stairs without another word.
The door clicks shut behind him.
I stand there for a second, staring at the spot he left before getting back to fixing breakfast for her.
The smell of coffee is thicker now, warm and rich, curling through the apartment.
I grab the spreads, the bagels and move around quietly, careful not to make too much noise.
Instead of setting the food at the small dining table, I carry everything over to the coffee table in front of the couch.
It feels right.
