Page 42 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Yeah, that too.

Still …

“Don’t worry about me, or this, or my business, all right?”

Dom shrugged. “You say that like it’s easy, Gian. Grandpapa is dead—nobody’s looking out for you like he would have done, so I’m trying to. That’s all.”

“You’re not a made man yet, Dom. There isn’t a whole lot of looking out you can do at the moment.”

“I do what I can.”

That, too, was true.

Gian appreciated it.

But still … “Stop talking about all of this in church. No business on Sundays, Dom. It’s a rule.”

“But—”

“You’ll never get your button until you learn to listen more than you talk.”

Dom finally shut up.

Gian was grateful for that, too.

I got your gift, read the text message.

Gian smiled, typing back, Oh? Did you like it?

He knew what her answer would be—yes, Cara liked the choker. It wasn’t the choker itself that she probably struggled with, but the idea of accepting a gift from him. After all, it had been a whole day since Chris delivered the choker, and Gian got nothing but radio silence in return. He hadn’t been particularly surprised about that, either.

When Cara didn’t immediately reply, Gian hit dial on his phone’s screen, and put it up to his ear as he headed into the restaurant. A business he owned, liked to use as an office of sorts, and had a meeting at later with Constantino and the asshole, Stephan.

They wanted to talk about what had happened with Edmond.

Gian wanted to placate the younger Capos for a bit.

“I was replying,” Cara said as soon as she picked up Gian’s call.

“You were taking too long. Probably overthinking. As I suspect you’ve been doing for the last day, bella. It’s a necklace, one that suits your style, and I wanted to see you wear it, nothing more.”

“Gian.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re being …”

“What, charming, again?” he suggested.

Cara sighed. “I’m agreeable to casual here with you—”

Yes, because apparently casual did not mean dating to Cara Rossi.

Gian didn’t give a shit.

“And that means if I want to buy you something, I can and will. You should expect it,” Gian interrupted before Cara could say more.

He swore she muttered, “You’re fucking impossible.”