Page 7 of Dare To Love Me

“Agreed. I’ll get the word out.” He huffed out an angry breath. “Why now with this shit? They must have gotten wind of the deal with the Irish and MC. The deal isn’t finial yet and we need to be carful that we don’t let this shit get out of hand and fuck things up for us. This will be my legacy to my family name going into the future.” He looked at me with stone cold determination. “This needs to get done.”

“It will,” I assured him.

Matteo nodded in his usual way of letting me know he trusted me above all others. We might not be blood brothers, but it was of little consequence. We were just as close and just as willing to do anything for the other. Something we’d proven many times over in the past.

We talked for a while about other business and security for the wedding. Having events in a public place that we didn’t own was always a risk and extra precautions were always needed.

His head flopped back over the chair, talking to the ceiling. “As long as this wedding goes through without a train wreck and my dad is happy, then at least this week will be a successful one.”

Liar. “Don’t act like you don’t love that girl. You’ve been all about her for years. Now she is finally yours, and she loves you. So be happy about it.” I had no patience for Matteo pretending the wedding wasn’t something he wouldn’t sell his soul for. He was about to marry and spend the rest of his life with someone who truly loved him; not his money or his power. Him, despite everything he was. The love of a good woman was something I would probably never have, and suddenly, it burned.

His laugh echoed through my office. “Oh, I am brother. Don’t you worry about that. Damn, I love that girl.” Matteo smiled in a way that only came around when he was thinking about Arianna, and I wondered if he even realized he did it. “Speaking of Arianna, I better go join them before she comes up here bitching at me for taking so long.” He stood to leave. “You coming?”

No.It was the answer I should have given him. I didn’t want to be tempted by the gorgeous Becka. I could already picture her swaying those sexy hourglass hips to the music and was getting hard in my slacks again from the image.

Dammit. Definitely, no.

Instead the words came out as, “Yeah, sure.”

I stood, buttoning my suit jacket and following Matteo to the door.

What the hell did I just subject myself too?

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