Filed to story: Bound by Honor (Aria & Luca) Drama Story
Romero was already busy figuring out the best angle to shoot Bardoni and barely reacted when we slipped out of the room and closed the door. The annoying redhead stood at the end of the corridor.
“Make sure she doesn’t let something slip,” I muttered. “And we’ll have a talk about this fucking matter later.”
“Don’t worry. Gianna can lie if she has to.”
My eyes moved to Gianna. “Oh, I don’t doubt she can lie very well if she wants to. But she’s not exactly the most trustworthy person.”
“She’s my wife,” Matteo growled.
“That’s the problem,” I said as I walked away. Aria was clutching a wineglass in her hands, eyes filling with relief when she spotted me. She excused herself from a conversation with a young woman I couldn’t place and came toward me. I gripped her arm and she shot me a questioning look.
I couldn’t tell her what was going on with so many people around us. I led her toward the buffet table, making sure enough people saw us. “Luca,” she said quietly, body tense.
I gave a small shake of my head, and just then a loud shot rang out. Playing my part, I pulled my Beretta and whirled toward the direction of the noise. Aria’s body jerked against mine, fear flashing across her face. I leaned down to her ear. “Stay here. It’s nothing, trust me.”
I rushed toward Bardoni’s office with the other men, shoving some of them away to be at the front. Matteo, too, came running. “What’s going on?” he shouted.
Bardoni’s wife let out a high-pitched wail when she spotted her dead husband. It was a horrible attempt at acting.
When I returned to Aria later and met her worried gaze, I swore to myself that I would never have Aria see me like that, because I knew her agony would be real. I was leading a life full of death, and I didn’t exactly fear dying, but since Aria came into my life I had another reason to stay alive.
Things went smoother than I’d hoped after the Bardoni incident. Bardoni’s wife and daughter didn’t seem to miss him, and his son was a sniveling coward who would never act on his own.
Of course, Bardoni’s Christmas party wasn’t the last time Matteo fucked up.
Business associates had invited us to their Christmas party five days before Christmas in a warehouse, which had been turned into a winter wonderland with fake snow and a bar carved out of ice. Matteo had been in a terrible mood all evening, because of Gianna, naturally. She refused to fall for his charm.
Aria sent me a placating look. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the evening.”
Now that I’d sent Matteo and Gianna away, that was maybe an option.
“Will you dance with me?” Aria asked, her expression hopeful and soft. If we hadn’t been surrounded by so many people, I would have kissed her, but as it was I gave a nod and pulled her against me. She released a small sigh as we began moving to the music.
“Will your sister ever come to terms with being married to my brother?” I asked quietly.
Aria raised her eyes. “I don’t know. I think she really likes him but she doesn’t want to admit it.”
“Why? Does she enjoy making everyone miserable so much?”
Aria pursed her lips, her steps faltering, but I steadied her. “That’s not it. She feels guilty for liking a man like Matteo.”
My lips twisted. “A man like Matteo?”
“Gianna thinks she will have blood on her hands if she accepts Matteo’s dark side. She feels guilty. She wants to be a good person.”
“What about you?” I murmured.
Aria’s brows drew together. Her hand traveled up my back until her palm pressed against the tattoo on my shoulder. “You know that I accept every part of you.”
“I know,” I said, lowering my voice even more. “But do you feel guilty because of it?”
“Guilty for loving you? No, never,” she said firmly, not a hint of doubt in her voice, and my chest swelled with love for the woman in my arms. “If that makes me a bad person, I don’t care.”
“You are good, Aria. Nothing about you is bad,” I whispered fiercely.
She rewarded me with one of those smiles, and I had trouble keeping my hard mask. “I think you may be biased.”
“I’m not. It takes a lot of goodness to cancel out my darkness.”
She huffed but I didn’t get the chance to say more because my phone started ringing. “Fuck,” I muttered. Aria and I moved off the dance floor and I checked the screen. “Matteo,” I said, annoyed. Aria followed me toward a calm corner of the warehouse.
I took the call, feeling my blood boil. “I’m not in the mood to talk to you, Matteo. You acted like a major asshole tonight.”
A female sob sounded on the other end. I tensed and Aria moved closer.
“Gianna?” I asked carefully as I headed toward the door and walked outside. Aria had trouble keeping up with my pace. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“He’s dying,” Gianna said.
I stopped in my tracks. “What are you talking about? Give me Matteo.” My breath left my mouth in clouds from the blistering cold, and Aria shivered beside me.
“I can’t. The Russians attacked us. There’s so much blood, Luca, so much blood.”