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My eyes drop and I turn toward him.
“Angelo—”
“Meet me back here after,” he says, cutting me off. “Don’t say no. Just meet me when you’re done.”
I sigh and look up into his beautiful, shining eyes.
I shake my head. “I leave tonight,” I whisper, as if saying it quietly will make it less true.
He stares at me, his eyes swirling with emotions I can’t place.
His jaw clenches.
“Then let me meet your family. I can make a deal. I’m excellent at negotiating when I want something.”
“That won’t work.”
“It can, my family is pretty powerful Scarlet, we have a lot to offer.”
His desperation is tilting my whole world off its axis.
“Mine is too,” I challenge.
This won’t work.
It can’t.
He frames my face with both hands. “You’re not leaving. I will follow where you go if you do.”
My breath catches, the way his eyes darken, the tension in his grip.
I reach up and graze his jaw with my finger tips. His grip loosens and his shoulders sag, the tension releasing.
“Okay,” I breathe, as his forehead rests on mine. “I’ll meet you back here after.”
***
Luciano and I follow our father toward the hotel’s conference room. But just as Papá steps through the doors, Luciano slows, gripping my arm tight and pulling me back. He leans down, his breath hot against the shell of my ear.
“I know who you’ve been with this past week. This should be fun.”
He releases me and walks ahead. His dark chuckle unnerves me, and my stomach drops.
He’s going to tell papá.
I’m a dead woman.
I walk into the room, shutting the door behind me, my head down and lost in thought. I don’t realize how heavy the silence is until I look up.
Angelo.
His eyes lock on mine.
Dark.
Angry.
My eyes flick to Luciano’s grin before I realize what I’ve been missing.
