Page 142 of Immoral

A Month Later

"What do you think?"I ask Cara, putting a forkful of wedding cake in her mouth.

"Mmm," she groans, licking some excess white chocolate off her lips.

I chuckle then stick a bite in my mouth. I mimic her groan.

She backhands my chest while laughing. "I think we should get this one."

I swallow and take a sip of water. "If that's what you want, that's what you shall get," I declare, buzzing from happiness. Not a second goes by that I don't think about how lucky I am. I not only got my dream woman, but she's also carrying my baby. I have the world at my fingertips, and nothing can bring me down.

She beams at the cake maker. "That one, for sure!"

"I thought you'd love it. Now, I have some ideas I think you'll go crazy over. If we do a dessert table, I thought we could—

"Gianni!" Dante's voice roars.

The cake maker jumps. Cara furrows her eyebrows.

I internally groan and spin. "What's going on?"

"Now," Dante seethes and points toward the hallway where Tristano paces.

My stomach drops. It's been a tad too quiet since Fashion Week came to an end. I've rather enjoyed the lack of drama. Every moment, I've spent wrapped up in Cara and wedding planning. I always assumed it would be boring, but everything I do with my tesoro ends up being fun. Yet I should have known the calm wouldn't last long. Dante's tone and seeing Tristano pace means I'm not going to be happy with whatever is occurring.

I kiss Cara on the forehead. "I'll be a minute. Please excuse me."

She offers a big smile. "It's okay. I'll just eat your samples."

I chuckle. "Don't you dare!"

"Gianni!" Dante barks.

I exhale deeply and count while I walk. As soon as the door shuts, the happiness I feel disappears. "What's so important you had to interrupt me?"

"Tell him," Dante orders Tristano.

A mix of guilt and anger swirls on Tristano's expression. He nervously glances at Dante then pins his cold Marino gaze on mine. He fumes, "I found out some things about Massimo's girlfriend."

My chest tightens. "Katiya? I thought he broke up with her?"

Tristano shrugs. "I don't think so."

"Why?" I demand.

"It seems like our dear brother is confused," Dante seethes.

The hairs on the back of my neck rise. "Meaning?"

My brothers exchange another look. Tristano closes his eyes and shakes his head.

"What the fuck is going on?" I bark, fed up with the drop in my stomach I can't escape.

Tristano sniffs hard. "She lives in that brownstone."

Goose bumps pop out on my skin. I already know the answer but hope I'm somehow wrong. Through gritted teeth, I ask, "Which brownstone?"

Dante's voice grows deadly. "The one we rescued Cara from. The Abruzzo one. And Massimo knows it. He goes there often."

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