Page 92 of Alessio

As long as she understood that was what happened. It wasn’t her that did this—she let someone else affect her feelings. Someone who wasn’t here doing this with them. Someone who understood nothing about this thing of theirs.

That was all.

Those people didn’t matter.

If they weren’t in their life, their bed, or their home, then they didn’t get an opinion on what Ginevra, Corrado, and Alessio did together. Simple.

“The door is still open,” Corrado said.

Ginevra smiled as she tipped her head up, her gaze landing on him across the room. “It always is anyway. Like I didn’t listen to the two of you in the shower for—”

“Should have joined,” Alessio returned as he came out of the closet, having pulled on a pair of boxer-briefs, and nothing else. “You get more that way, kitten.”

Corrado chuckled. “I mean, yeah.”

Ginevra shifted from foot to foot. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

He gestured at the bed, feeling the tips of Alessio’s fingers drift over his lower back as the man passed him by. “Sleep?”

“If you want me in here.”

Corrado smirked. “When do we not?”

Why, when things were going good in Alessio’s life, something had to come around to fuck it up?

He didn’t need to answer the ringing phone in his pocket to know whatever that call was about, it would fuck up the balance he had found with Corrado and Ginevra. Sure, it was touch and go after the whole Clubhouse incident, but after a couple of weeks, they found a comfortable routine he liked.

He didn’t want to fuck it up.

“Are you going to answer that, or …?”

Alessio grunted under his breath. “I’d rather not.”

“That’s the ringtone you use for Cree.”

“And?”

His sharp question drew in the gaze of several people inside the café, and even Ginevra who now waited closer to the cashier in line. Alessio and Corrado had opted to stand back to let the line weed itself out—she didn’t need them standing beside her twenty-four seven even if that’s what they both wanted to do more than anything.

The phone rang again.

Corrado sighed. “Stop ignoring him, Les.”

“It’s not about ignoring him.”

And it wasn’t. It would have little to do with Dare, or the fact Alessio still wasn’t calling them to keep him and Cree updated like he did.

No, it wasn’t for that.

The fucking Albania job.

Which meant as soon as Alessio picked up the call, there would be a timer ticking down. The job had been years in the making, and he would have a tiny window of time after being given the okay to begin before he would have to get on a plane, and travel to a different country.

Away from here.

Away from them.

After his last conversation with Cree, well, Alessio doubted the man would call just because. Cree wasn’t the type to push Alessio’s lines, and he’d certainly done that during their chat.