Page 40 of Vow

Dante chuckled lowly. “You mean, Matteo’s bastard girls.”

Kev sighed, and nodded once. “Ginevra, specifically.”

“Ginevra Calabrese,” Dante said, his gaze turning on Andino again. “She’s young, mind you … but for the most part, appropriate. It would serve you well.”

Well … that was debatable.

Andino didn’t see where he had much of a choice at the moment, and while an arranged marriage would put a bit of a kink in the rest of his plans … it was simply something he would need to deal with.

“I’ll do that one,” he agreed.

Dante went back to Kev. “There you go. Well?”

“The violence will stop,” Kev said.

Andino’s uncle was quick to stand from the table then. “I am glad to hear it. We will be in contact to set dates, and … get the details worked out for the marriage. Have a good day, Kev. You made the right choice today.”

Dante turned to leave, and Andino didn’t waste time getting up to follow. Outside the restaurant, a black car pulled up, and Dante slipped inside the back but not before giving Andino a look and parting words.

“We’ll tell the rest of the family tonight. You also made the right choice.”

Had he?

It didn’t feel like it.

Andino nodded, and his uncle closed the door. The black town car for Andino was quick to pull up then, too, but he hesitated in getting inside only because Siena came out of the restaurant like a bat out of hell. There was no man following behind her, but a car was waiting across the road with the back door open—likely for her. Apparently, she hadn’t entirely left the business earlier.

He had to figure out a way out of this.

Why not start with her?

After all, Siena had things she wanted, too.

“Siena,” Andino called.

The woman stopped on the sidewalk, and gave him a look that burned.

He smiled, and winked. “You should take up a new hobby—yoga, even. Get yourself out of the house. You never know who you might find away from your brothers.”

Her brow furrowed, and she said nothing as she kept staring at him. Andino only nodded, and then got into the back of the car.

There, he’d planted a seed.

She just had to let it grow.

• • •

“Well, how did it go?”

The first question came from Lucian damn near the second Andino and Dante arrived at the mansion, and entered the dining room. Food was already spread out on the table, and everyone was waiting. His father, and mother. Aunts, and grandparents.

They had all been waiting, it seemed. They hadn’t even started to eat despite the fact it was well after the time their normal supper would happen.

“It went well,” Dante replied.

Lucian passed a look down the table at Andino’s father. “How well?”

“Yeah, what’s happening from here on out?” Gio added.