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I could run away from it all.
That’s what any rational human being would do, after all.
But humans aren’t rational beings. I loved Dahlia and Tallon and even to some extent Alessandro, no matter how crazy he made me right now. They were like the siblings I never had, and we had grown up together.
No matter how much mischief or trouble we’d gotten into, they always stood by my side, always protected me, and never let me down.
I wouldn’t feel right running away, leaving them to fend for themselves, even if they were better equipped to handle this, even if there wasn’t much I could do.
They were more than just childhood friends; they were family. How could I just abandon them to save my own skin?
I knew the answer. I couldn’t.
But I also knew none of them would hold it against me if I returned home, either. They’d probably feel better, if I was being honest, to get me away from all this chaos.
But Giovani….
I loved him. Just as much as I did the siblings, though in a different way. I wanted a life with him, more than just a fling that we could say goodbye to. I wanted to be with him by his side, to share his burdens and his joys.
But was he worth staying for?
Was it worth risking my life for?
I didn’t know. And it left a bad taste to say I loved him when I couldn’t even answer that question myself. How could I claim to love him if I wasn’t willing to stay with him?
The mafia was his life, whether I liked it or not, and staying with him meant I would always be in danger.
This wouldn’t be the first time I would witness death or grief, or worry about my friends or family being kidnapped and tortured. Giovani led a dangerous life, and that was part of him that I had to accept if I wanted our relationship to move further.
But could I just ignore the fear?
I sighed, glancing at my phone on the nightstand as I pondered whether to call my mom or not. She would know the answer. She always did.
But I didn’t want to worry her, not any more than I already had. Besides, I knew what she would say.
She’d tell me to come home. She’d always put my safety above everything else.
But this wasn’t what my mom wanted or even what Giovani or Dahlia wanted. This is what I wanted.
I got to my feet, pulling on whatever clothes I could find as I kicked the dirty ones into the corner so I could pick them up later. Before I made any decision, I needed some coffee to wake me up.
Just as I opened up my door, I spotted a figure in the hallway, and my eyes widened as I caught someone leaving the room at the end of the hall.
I shut the door in a hurry, my blood running cold as I realized the figure looked very familiar. It had only been a glance, but I was ninety-nine percent sure that was Tallon.
And he was leaving Giovani’s room.
Fuck. Did Tallon know too?
*Giovani*
I left Olivia’s room wearing only my pants as I carried my shirt and jacket in one hand. You’d think I’d have learned by now to dress fully before leaving Olivia’s room, but I didn’t.
I was fucked the moment I walked out into the hallway. I stiffened as I caught a familiar figure standing at the end of the hallway, near the stairs.
Tallon.
He was holding a mug of something–tea or coffee. He’d probably been coming back from the kitchen, and I cursed myself for getting caught once again.
I sighed, throwing my shirt over my shoulders for some bit of coverage before I gestured to Tallon to follow me and walked away to my room.
The metal knob was a cool relief against the heat of my palm as I twisted it, pushing the door open. As I entered, I left it wide open for him to follow, not even looking to see if he was behind me.
By the sound of his footsteps, hesitant and quiet on the floor, he was.
I tossed my jacket onto my bed, sighing as I collapsed into one of my leather chairs. Tallon stood in the doorway, arms crossed with a surveying look as he watched me closely and carefully.
I motioned to the other chair, and he took the invitation as he sat there, crossing one leg over the other like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I wanted to grab myself a drink, but I just sighed, slumping in my chair.
“So you and Olivia?” Tallon broke the silence. If it was meant to be a question, it didn’t sound that way. There was a hint of accusation in his voice, and I dreaded what came next.
I didn’t need another blackmail on my tab. I didn’t need Tallon watching me like his brother.
I just nodded, silently, not giving any other information away.
“Well,” Tallon said, not shocked about it in the slightest. “I can’t say I’m surprised.”
“That obvious?” I remarked, hesitant now. I was usually good at masking my emotions, but did we really give it away that easily? If so, there was no telling who else knew.
“Not really, no.” Tallon shrugged. “But you two were paying very close attention to each other. Plus, you seemed very concerned about her safety. I guessed something was going on… but that you two were sleeping together? Not in my wildest dreams. I mean you’re old, and she’s almost young enough to be your daughter–”
“Shut up before I shoot you.” I glared at him darkly, tightening my hands around the armrests.
“Sorry.” Tallon nodded. “But still, I figured if anyone would’ve gotten a sugar daddy, it would be Dahlia or me, to be honest, but I guess Olivia takes after our mom in that case–”
“Tallon!” I snapped, sharply.
“Again, sorry,” Tallon said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m just kinda in shock, you know? I mean Olivia’s like a sister to me, and to hear she’s fucking my cousin who’s like forty-something–I mean why couldn’t she be like her mom? I mean, if she was into younger guys, I’m not saying I wouldn’t be interested but–”
My patience snapped. I got to my feet, one second away from punching him in his face, and his mouth snapped shut as he sent me an apologetic look.
I sighed, sitting back down. I might as well let it go. There was no point in arguing with Tallon about whatever bullshit fell out of his mouth. It was his specialty.
That and pissing people off.
“Well,” Tallon said with a small grin, “this certainly explains what’s wrong with Alessandro.”
I frowned, rubbing my temples from the growing headache. Alessandro? Did he mean his feelings for Olivia? I still wasn’t happy about it, but was there something more about it that I didn’t know about?
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I don’t know if he’d want me telling you this,” Tallon sighed, looking a little unsure. “But Alessandro’s had a crush on Olivia for years. I mean, he already didn’t like you because of the whole, you know, Dad choosing you as Don over him.”
