69 • We're Getting Married, Babe

Brichese, Brescia

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My brain didn't want to rest. The moon cast eerie shadows across the room as I lay in bed, sleep eluding me once again.

The night was still, the whole house stayed peaceful, and I was in the comfort of my own home with three guys I could trust with my life. But a blizzard of agitated thoughts wouldn’t leave me alone.

I blamed Kel’s brother. That cocky, intrusive son of a bitch’s intuition better be more than that. What he said better be accurate. Or at least that part when he indirectly suggested that my father could still be here in Italy.

My father's unexpected disappearance had left us with a gnawing anxiety that wouldn’t go away. Pretty much impossible to quell at times. Mamma, Ricchar, and Niccolo especially. I might finally put an end to it soon.

After another fitful half-hour of tossing and turning beside my snoring cousin, I checked the time again before slipping out of bed, leaving Ricchar alone on the covers. I grabbed my phone to