“Am I annoying you? You haven’t said a single word to me the entire drive.” I smiled as I placed my hand on top of Christian’s. He seemed irritated, and his answers were short and off. I had asked countless questions, from the meeting to his grandpa to the reason why Dario left without greeting me—
I felt embarrassed and could sense that all of this was because of Dario. I had no idea what the two of them had really discussed, but Christian hadn’t been the same ever since. I could hardly mention Dario’s name. “Well, nobody is perfect.” “Dario is,” Christian whispered loud enough for me to hea
“It was just a suggestion!” I breathed. “And if you don’t like that suggestion, then that’s okay because you are the boss, and I respect that.” It took me a lot to get out those words, but I did not want to anger him even more. It disgusted me that he was still determined to protect Johnny, and it
“Did you came here on your own?” Beau asked. I shook my head and pointed to the car. “I told Christian I needed some air, so he called Marc to take care of me.” “Oh, I haven’t seen him in a while,” Beau spoke. Of course, he hadn’t because Christian mistreated him. He probably got sick of his big mo
No, I wanted to protect my siblings, and Beau had the right to know who he was working for. “Christian is trying to sweep it under the rug. Carmen and Luke are just following his orders—but I’m still an Alfonzo.” “Serena?” Beau asked, worried. There was no turning back. “I’m not a Lamberti, I’m an
“It’s not pathetic.” Marc defended him. “I can’t even begin to explain how much Christian loves you, and he just wants you to be safe.” I wondered whether Marc knew about Johnny. Would Christian have told him? “We’re here.” Marc interrupted my thoughts. I turned around, surprised, and looked at Ch
“Siena, what did mommy get herself into?” I waited for an answer, but all I saw were the same bright eyes full of curiosity staring back into mine. It seemed to be some kind of routine and I could only wait for the day she would finally be able to reply. Perhaps she could give me some good advice.
“Christian, please tell me why we have to do this again?” Isobel called out his name as we arrived downstairs. It was a good thing she was here because if anyone knew how to keep a conversation going, it had to be her. “Because you and Beau are engaged, so you’re family...I guess,” I told her. At t