Page 157 of Crazed

I admit, "I hope that the excitement hasn't died off when I'm old and decrepit and you're still young and hot."

Her face turns serious. The hint of her Russian accent I love so much gets thicker. She tilts her head, firmly answering, "Of course it won't. I'm Mrs. Massimo Marino."

My cock turns hard. Every time I hear that, I get a full-blown erection. I tug her as close to me as possible then nibble on her ear, claiming, "We're going to need to find a dark corner."

Her breath hitches. "Maybe not too dark?" She bites on her lip, making my cock pulse against her abdomen.

"Massimo! Time to go," Gianni roars, knocking hard on the door.

I glance at him. "What's the rush? The wedding isn't for a few more hours."

"You know how Papà gets. And Dante's pacing."

"Wedding nerves?" Katiya asks.

"No. Something else," Gianni states.

The hairs on my neck rise. "What is it?"

Gianni glances at Katiya then me. He declares, "Tristano is missing."

"Missing?" I question.

Gianni nods. "Yeah. No one's seen him since last night when he left the rehearsal dinner. He's not answering his phone. Papà pulled me aside and told me to call Pina. I don't know why, but she's not answering, either."

Katiya and I exchange a guilty look.

Gianni notices it and steps inside. He shuts the door. "Massimo, do you know why Papà wanted me to call Pina?"

My gut dives. I don't want to break Tristano's trust, but I also don't want to lie to Gianni. It's been a little over a month since we got back from the Maldives.

"Massimo?" Gianni barks.

Katiya puts her hand on my thigh and squeezes it. "I'm going to go to Bridget's suite now." She tilts her head and kisses me.

"Okay, dolce."

We watch her leave, and Gianni steps closer. "What do you know that you aren't telling me?"

I sigh but don't see any other options. "Pina and Tristano are seeing each other."

The color drains from his cheeks. "What are you talking about?"

"Just what I said. Pina didn't want to tell Dante."

Gianni scowls, shaking his head. "What the fuck?"

"I know."

"Dante cannot find out about this today."

"Fine by me. But why isn't Tristano here?" I question.

Worry fills Gianni's expression. "It's not like him to bail on an important occasion. Something is wrong."

"You don't know that. I'm sure he'll be here shortly," I state, hoping I'm right.

"Gianni! Massimo! Come quick!" Papà's voice blares through the speaker system.

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