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“This is not the time for you assholes to get into the grudge you’re holding against each other.” Nick stood between us, his arms out. “Right now, we need to concentrate on Sergio. And keeping our women safe.”
I saw Stefan inhale deeply, obviously trying to calm himself. “I don’t have any women in the game.”
Nick’s hands shot to his hips, and he turned fully to him. “Bullshit. You love Eve and Giselle. And all our kids. Don’t fuck around and play the poor me card.”
I wanted to laugh, but I knew that would just inflame Stefan even more.
“None of them are mine, Nick. Not anymore. You know that just as well as I do.”
I stepped beside Nick. “And why’s that? Maybe because Giselle found you fucking the nanny on her couch?” I reminded him, in case he’d forgotten. It sure as fuck wasn’t something Giselle would ever forget.
“Giselle forgave me for that. And she fucked me to prove it.”
That was it. I’d had enough.
I grabbed my brother by the throat and backed him up against the bookcase behind him with a thump. “You fucking asshole. I should have killed you that day.”
Nick pulled on my arms, trying to force them back. “This isn’t helpful. We can’t lose our goddamn focus. Not now. Let him go, Carlo. For fuck’s sake.” We all shoved and pushed each other until I finally let go.
Stefan gasped for air as his hands shot right to his neck. “Fuck you, Carlo!” he yelled at me. “Fuck you!” He walked by us, hitting his shoulder against my body as he went.
Nick’s hand reached out and caught his arm. “Stefan, stop. We need to discuss our next move. And we can’t do that if you aren’t here.”
Stefan’s head spun around. “It doesn’t seem like you need me for much around here. I’m leaving. Call me and let me know what you decide to do.”
And with that, my only brother stormed out of the room. Leaving more angry than when he’d arrived.
16
Giselle
“What were you fighting about in your office?” I asked Carlo. My fingers leisurely ran through his chest hair. “What happens in that office has nothing to do with you.” Carlo kissed the top of my head and pulled me closer to his body.
That wasn’t the answer I wanted. Any time I asked him a question about—pretty much anything—he always gave me some kind of vague answer. At first, I felt like he was just trying not to overwhelm me with too much.
I hadn’t exactly been the easiest person to get along with when I left the hospital.
I knew that.
I was angry.
At the world.
At my situation.
At everyone.
But now, I’d been more stable than I had in ages. And my therapist said I should start being upfront and telling Carlo exactly what I needed. Or what I didn’t.
And what I didn’t need was to be sheltered anymore.
What I needed was the truth.
I moved a bit and set my chin on my hand. “I want to know what was going on. I’m assuming it had something to do with Sergio.”
Carlo touched my hair and looked at it fall through his fingers. “There’s nothing to worry about. Close your eyes. Marcello will be up soon.”
I felt that annoyance grow, and frustration ran through my body.
