Page 60 of Legacy
“You’re late,” he grumbles his eyes still focused on his paperwork.
“I’m hungover.”
He doesn’t even flinch.
“If you wanted pep and punctuality, you should’ve given me more than an hour’s notice.”
He finally looks up.Annoyed.
I’m not fazed. I’m annoyed too.
This back and forth pull for dominance, it’s part of our banter, our ritualistic exchange of small hostilities meant to keep both of us sharp—him for his business dealings both legal and otherwise and me for law school.
It works.
He slides a piece of paper across the desk towards me. It’s a contract. My heart sinks.
“I need you to sign this.”
“What am I signing exactly?”
Just seconds ago my biggest concern was my hangover. Now, it’s shifted to the possible life-altering document before me.
“Just read it,” He grumbles, shifting restlessly in his chair.
Luciano doesn’t fidget.
“What did you do?”
He doesn’t say a word.
I pull the paper closer to me, swallowing hard as I start reading.
And with every line that I read, my heart sinks deeper and deeper into my chest. It’s amarriagecontract.
“No.”
His gaze snaps to mine.
Sinister grin in place.
“It’s too late for no’s, yourboyfriendRafael consented.”
Sarcasm. He knows it was a ruse.
He’s fucking toying with me.
I roll my eyes at him.
“I’m not marrying Rafael.”
“No, you’re not.”
I frown. “What—”
“You’re marrying Angelo Amato.”
I swear the floor just swallowed me whole. If I wasn’t sitting right now, I would crash land my ass on the marble tile.
