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“No problem. We’ll take care of it. What’s the other favor?”

“Can you look in my closet for a short white jacket? It has this drape-y neckline and crosses over the front. Gia needs it sent to Milan. I know she won’t give up until I have someone there send it.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Thank you, Aunt Gloria. You’re the very best.”

“Aw, shucks. We miss you. I hope Peru is treating you well.” I’d told her the same lie about my location. It was easier that way.

“It’s not easy, but I’m adjusting.” I darted a glance at my husband, who was watching me very closely.

“I’m glad to hear it. Call again when you can.”

“I will. Love you!”

“Love you, too. And don’t worry about anything here. It’s all being handled.”

Giacomo disconnected the call. We sat there for a long moment. I was waiting to see if he was going to catch me in my lie or not.

He pushed back from the desk. When he looked up at me, his mouth curved into a seductive smile. “Allora, I let you place your call, bambina. How will you show me your gratitude?”

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Giacomo

She was very smart, my wife.

But she wasn’t smarter than me. Reggie Mancini’s wife’s name was Carla, not Gloria. And there was no apartment over by the university. Emma lived at home with her father—her very ill father. No way would she leave him in such a state.

This meant Gloria was probably a nurse or aide who helped with the father’s care.

Emma was trying to get her father moved out of their house. Why? It had to be the same reason I’d considered moving Viviana—for protection from Virga.

Clever, clever bambina.

If Mancini was safe, Virga had no leverage over Emma. No leverage meant there was no reason for Emma to stay in this marriage. That left my sister as the sole target of Virga’s ire. I could not allow it.

I needed to speak with Zani. We had to figure out what we were going to do.

But first, this.

I slid my chair away from the desk. “Allora, I let you place your call, bambina. How will you show me your gratitude?”

“What do you mean?” She pushed her glasses higher on her nose, a habit I found both adorable and sexy.

“I mean, what are you going to do for me now that I helped you?”

“You want oral sex.”

“I wouldn’t turn down a blow job, but I don’t think you are ready for that.”

A crease formed between her brows. “Why not?”

Was she disappointed? “Because touching my piercing is one thing. Sucking it on it is another.”

“Will it hurt me?”

“The piercing? Not unless you try to deep throat it without practice.”

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