Page 54 of Made to Sin

Whatever he saw, surprisingly, he decided to talk. “No.”

“Oh, so you do talk. In that case, you might as well introduce yourself. Call it fair play, given that you guys know who I am.”

He didn’t bother answering that comment, the silence stretching into awkwardness until his friend eventually did. “I’m Ricardo, and he’s Fabio.”

I turned my attention toward Ricardo. Albeit more intimidating-looking, he seemed to be the one that would help me the most. Fabio didn’t even want to tell me his name.

“Where’s Luciano?”

“What do you want from him?”

I rolled my eyes at the secrecy but cooperated because this was my last hope. “I need to talk to him. Tell him I’m pregnant, and the child is his.”

The guard’s eyes widened for a split second as his cheeks tinged pink, and he looked down at his phone. Hopefully, he was texting Luciano to come quickly.

I doubted the don would fall for the bad lie, considering we’d never even had sex, but at least he would have an incentive to come and confront me about it.

To pass the time, waiting for their boss’ reply, I tried to get Fabio to talk with random questions. It became my little game to distract from the impending doom. He didn’t reply to any of them, but I did manage to get a corner of his lips to lift, and that was a win in my book.

Ricardo’s voice cut me off mid-question. “Luciano said he’s coming. You can wait inside.”

I wasn’t in much of a hurry, so I finished the empty joke anyway. Out of pity or to shoo me off, Fabio let out a small huff of amusement.

“Well, thanks for keeping me company. Have a good day.” I gave them both a saluting nod before heading inside the door Ricardo held open.

My chest felt a million times lighter. If Luciano was willing to listen to what I had to say, there was a chance he’d feel sorry for me and allow me a place tonight.

Too tired to find the light switch in this place, I sat in the dark at the bar and waited.

It wasn’t until an hour later that I heard the opening and shutting of the door as someone entered.

“What do you want this time?” My body lit up at the sound of Luciano’s deep timbre.

I looked around the dark room but couldn’t see where he was. All I knew was that he was close by, hidden by the shadows I wasn’t trained to detect.

“Come out and talk to me like a normal person,” I said into the empty air where his voice was coming from.

“We’ve established I’m not normal,Katarina.”

My stomach curled with sick desire at the way my name rolled from his mouth, and my nipples hardened at the thought of him watching me like I was his personal entertainment.

Merda, what was wrong with me?

I frowned. “Stop saying my name like that.”

“Like what, sweetheart?”

I heard the smirk in his voice. Thestronzowas doing it on purpose. If it wasn’t my name with a sultry connotation, it was the stupid blush-inducing “sweethearts” he threw around. Both managed to get under my skin in the most vulgar way, and he knew it.

“I need to talk to you about something serious,” I insisted.

“Then say it.”

Fine, if he wasn’t going to budge, I might as well just say it out loud. “Marco is dead, and his stupid cousin kicked me out of Camello Property. Can I rent a place on yours somewhere?”

It was blunt, but there was no point in trying to make the story into something it wasn’t. It saved us both time if I told him the truth from the get-go.

Luciano didn’t seem to care enough that my ex-husband was dead, skipping over the comment as if this was old news to him. “Has nobody taught you manners? When someone asks for something, there’s usually a word that follows.”

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