Page 268 of Alessio

What did that mean?

“Fuck, thanks, I’m sure she’ll be grateful to have something to wear,” Ginevra heard Corrado say, his voice muted from how far it was traveling through the penthouse. “I’ll take her out in a couple of days, or something, and let her grab the rest, but at least she’ll have something to wear until then.”

“No worries.”

At the new male voice, Ginevra left the safety of the library where she had been mulling over the events of her life that led her to this place, and trying to find a book to take to bed at the same time. She couldn’t do anything to change her circumstances at the moment, so she was content to distract her mind until something happened.

She lingered in the hallway as the conversation near the entry of the penthouse continued on between Corrado, and the newcomer. He hadn’t said anyone would be coming over, so she wondered if it was maybe the other person who lived here.

“You want me to let Ma and Papa know you’re here, or what?”

“I’ll call,” Corrado said. “They were expecting me, anyway. I just showed up a little earlier, that’s all.”

“Right, and they won’t ask questions at all.”

“I can’t answer all of them even if they do.”

“Yeah, I get you. The League, or …?”

“No,” Corrado murmured. “Do you want a drink, or do you have somewhere to be?”

“I could have one drink, but I need to head out soon. A meeting tonight with some of the Capos, you know. It never ends.”

“You always were a better made man than you were an assassin, Chris. I’m glad you figured that out before it was too late.”

Chuckles echoed down the hallway. Ginevra came to the end, and peered around carefully so she wouldn’t be seen. For a second, she thought she was seeing doubles as she found the two men standing at the end of the entrance hallway.

Like mirrors of one another.

It took her a second.

Then, two.

Twins, she realized.

Corrado had an identical twin.

If she hadn’t known the clothes Corrado was wearing earlier, she might have needed to look twice to try and tell the difference between the two. They stood the same facing one another, arms crossed over their chests, and features looking as though they’d been cut from stone. Corrado’s brother—Chris, wasn’t it?—wore his hair a bit longer, and his three-piece suit was a contrast against the simple black slacks and silk shirt his twin wore.

There were differences.

But not many.

And they were surface, things. Clothes, hairstyle, and so forth. Nothing really physical about them was different, or at least, not that Ginevra could tell from this far away.

“Does he know,” Chris started to ask, “that there’s a chick here, I mean?”

Corrado shook his head. “Didn’t mention that … yet.”

“Probably should, man.”

“Yeah, I will.”

Ginevra was too caught up in the fact that the two looked so similar that she missed part of their conversation. She didn’t really understand what they were talking about, now.

“We have a guest,” Chris said, his gaze drifting to Ginevra.

She was quick to dart back around the corner, but not before Corrado turned, and laid eyes on her, too.