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Drago shakes his head. “I’m not the problem.”
“Continue, then.”
“She dialed 911 when no other number gave her an open line, and not because she intended to actually call the police.”
“Who the hell tests the phone by dialing 911?”
“She does.”
I sigh. “Jesus. What did you do?”
“I swiped the phone and threw it into the pool.” He points at the pool as if reliving it. “Corrado went ballistic, we fell into the pool, he tried to drown me, shoot me, end me in several ways. But he never did.”
Drago watches me, waiting for the moral of his story to sink in, and I can tell he’s reached the same conclusion that I reached in the bedroom. We’ve always vibed this way, Drago and I. It’s why he’s my closest friend.
“Tell me. Just say it,” I say.
“He never ended me because she asked him not to. I was a threat, and instead of ending me, he gifted her my life.”
I shake my head. “Your place is with me, not Michela. I’ll make sure Corrado redacts that.”
“That’s not why I’m telling you what happened. I don’t give a fuck about which of you Mancinis owns my life when I’m committed to the Order already. I give a fuck about how you will continue making existentially beneficial decisions for all of us when you have a girlfriend you’re protecting. I know you’re protective of her. Don’t insult me by denying it.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“What is she, then?”
I look around and make sure she’s not within listening distance, and the fact I care enough not to want to hurt her feelings pisses me off and tells both Drago and me everything we need to know about my relationship with Cristina.
“She’s an acolyte.” It literally means the one who serves the leader. Most high members of any secret order have acolytes. “That’s all she is.”
“When her father shows up, and we both know he will, and she turns on you, and we both know she will, because they were close and she misses him, has mourned him for a long time, probably still does, I want you to know you can trust me todo what you need me to do regardless of my knowing her well enough. Or liking her as a person.”
“It won’t come to that,” I say.
Drago leans his elbows on his knees. “It will. You know it will because this is how you designed the trap for the man. You are here because you know she is his weakness, and once he realizes you’re all over his daughter, he’ll show up. He’ll come for her.”
“Because love makes him stupid.”
“It’ll make him dead.” Drago sighs heavily. “I hope you know what you’re doing, or you’ll end up dead. If you’re dead, then it’s over my dead body, so I guess I won’t give a shit.”
I clap him between the shoulder blades, and he grunts. “There you go. Cheer up. Once in hell, you’ll finally meet your idol, Lucifer.”
Drago looks up and grins. “Now I’m in a hurry to do just that.”
I laugh. “Tonight, you’ll flirt with danger again.” While I flirt with Cristina. Again.
Here she comes, emerging from the main house, walking toward the bedroom, a smile playing on her face, probably because she thinks I’m in her bed. She’s so cute. The cutest.
Drago whistles, drawing her attention.
She rounds the pool and comes to stand in front of us. My gaze travels lazily from her cute toes and up her legs. Her thick thighs turn me on. Her waistline turns me on. Her breasts? Most definitely. Her cute face, the way she blushes when I look at her, telling her with my gaze I want to fuck her more. Every inch of Cristina turns me on.
Drago waves a hand in front of my face.
What the… I’ve been staring at her. We’ve been staring at each other. I’ve completely lost control of myself. This won’t do. It can’t. I have to get ahold of this…whatever this is between her and me.
“Is the food ready?” I ask.
