Page 34 of Vendetta
‘Oh my,’ he said in a faint accent. ‘Hello there.’
He advanced towards me like a well-dressed beanpole, his head tilted to one side. I didn’t know much about men’s clothing, but I could recognize an expensive suit when I saw one. It was black with thin pinstripes, and beneath it he wore a shiny grey shirt and a silk neck scarf. If he was burning up in the humidity, he didn’t show it.
He stuck out his hand and I took it; his handshake was cold and firm. The sweet smell was stronger now that he was so close; it was almost cloying. There was something vaguely familiar about it, too, but I couldn’t place it.
‘And you are?’ he asked, a slow smile forming.
‘I’m Sophie, and I just stopped by to—’
‘What a pleasure,’ he said, silencing me with politeness and releasing my hand militarily.
I tried not to stare at the red marks all over his face: not quite pimples, more like pinpricks – hard to spot when far away but difficult to ignore at close range. It was like he had fallen into a rose garden face first.
‘Please excuse my intrusion. I do hope I’m not interrupting anything. I’m Felice,’ he said, pronouncing the ‘leech-ay’ partwith a distinct Italian roll. ‘Valentino’s uncle.’
The switchblade buyer. I tried not to curl my lip in disgust.
‘You’re not interrupting anything,’ Valentino answered from over my shoulder. There was a hint of indignation in his voice.
Felice rounded the table in wide, graceful strides, taking most of the perfumed scent with him. ‘I wasn’t aware you boys had time to make friends in the neighbourhood.’
‘That’s not remotely the case,’ Valentino replied, his tone acidic. ‘Sophie is just returning something.’
I held up Nic’s hoodie in a bid to ease the strange tension that had descended upon us.
Felice looked at it sharply. ‘Is that Luca’s?’
‘Unlikely,’ said Valentino.
Felice shook his head. ‘Of course it’s not,’ he murmured. ‘Hehas his priorities in order.’
I wasn’t sure if that was a dig at me or a dig at the other three brothers.
‘Dom’s?’ Felice asked with a frown, like it was the world’s most important mystery.
‘No. He’s taking out that girl from the diner.’
‘Ah yes, of course.’
My lips parted in surprise. So they already knew about Millie? That news was barely twenty-four hours old! They must have shared everything with each other. And yet they apparently had no idea who I was.
‘It’s Nic’s,’ I cut in, feeling marginally insulted. ‘I ran into him at the diner last night and he let me borrow it because it was raining.’
Felice stiffened, exchanging a poorly concealed look of alarm with Valentino.
‘Nicolò didn’t mention that,’ he said, regaining his composure in a flash of teeth.
His response landed with a blow. How could they know about Millie already but not a single iota about me? Nic obviously didn’t think me important enough to mention, even in passing. The thought made me feel stupid for even being there.
‘Well, here it is.’ I dropped the hoodie back on the chair carelessly. I had clearly made too much of it already. ‘I just wanted to give it back, but then we got to talking about Valentino’s artwork and the time got away from me.’
‘Ah.’ Felice clapped his nephew on the shoulder and glanced at the pile of drawings. ‘Exquisite, aren’t they?’
‘Yes,’ I said, wishing I had never come in the first place.
‘You know,’ said Felice, to no one in particular, ‘I’ve been reading the most incredible things about artistic sensibilities and their connection to great tragedy recently.’ He moved away from Valentino and began to pace around the table. ‘Did you know that many artists and composers have been known to create their best works following tragedies in their personal lives?’
He didn’t wait for either of us to respond, but continued striding around the kitchen, moving his hands around as he spoke. ‘Just look at Carlo Gesualdo, a famed Italian prince and widely regarded genius. He murdered his wife and her lover in their bed, mutilated their bodies and then strung them up outside his palace for everyone to see. Andthenhe went on to compose some of the most powerful and dark music of the sixteenth century.’
