Chapter 38 Your heart.
Dante’s POV.
We almost had a kiss when he walked in. My assistant.
That almost got me pissed, but I had to control my hunger, in front of her.
“What is it this time?” I asked, walking back to my seat.
“Sir we’ve got a little problem..” he said.
“What problem?”
“It’s your brother, sir.” He replied.
“What about him?” I asked, anger brewing inside of me.
I was about to have her to myself and he just walked in unannounced.
“He’s seated next door… with…” he didn’t finish the sentence.
“What happened to your voice? With who?” I asked, voice husky.
“He’s seated next door with Lucia.” He finally finished.
“Is there any problem with that?” I asked.
“I don’t think it’s a coincidence…”
“What do you mean? Was he aware that I would have dinner here, with Isla?”
I turned to her. “Did you tell him you were out with me?”
She looked at me, hands on her plate, trembling. “I didn’t tell anyone… I was here with you.”
I turned to my assistant. “When did they arrive?”
“Three minutes after your arrival, sir.”
“It’s okay, you can leave.”
He turned and walked away, closing the door behind him.
Looks like somebody isn’t going home tonight. I said, turning to Isla.
Your precious husband is next door, with his mistress.
She didn’t say a word, just focused on her food.
Don’t you feel angry? I asked, trying to see her reaction.
“Why should I be angry?” She replied.
“Your husband is next door, with another woman.”
“And I’m here with you,” she muttered, finally turning to me.
“Whatever he’s doing isn’t supposed to matter to me.”
“You’re quite a generous one.” I whispered.
“We’re just married on paper. Besides, this isn’t the first time he’s been with her.”
I looked at her, speechless. My brother had claimed to love her.
He’d claimed that he had nothing to do with Lucia and now, he’s seated next door with her, probably… I tried to shake those thoughts off.
Whatever they were up to didn’t matter. What matters was that Isla was here with me, and didn’t care about whatever he was doing.
I just wanted to spend the whole night with her.
I watched her pick her food, like a baby. How she eats slowly, like a chipmunk.
Her presence makes me forget whatever bad day I was having.
And she was everything I could ask for. I’d burn the world for her, and she didn’t even know it yet.
I also kept wondering how my brother knew I was here.
I was thinking maybe it was just a coincidence. But it didn’t look like it, especially when Lucia was with him.
I had always despised her. She was just everywhere.
I kept wondering what my brother saw in her that made him keep her around.
I also thought that it was good. Because I’d have Isla all to myself if he doesn’t show any interest in her.
We finished having dinner and walked outside the hall.
She was walking slowly behind me, legs shaky.
“You’re shaking,” I murmured. “Are you okay?”
She hesitated for some moments. “I’m okay,” she replied. “My legs hurt.”
I halted her, and took off her shoes. Her legs were sore.
“Can you walk?” I asked, holding her legs.
“I can manage,” she whispered.
I didn’t wait for her to finish her sentence. I lifted her up and walked toward the car’s direction.
“Put her down,” I turned around.
I saw two figures walking towards our direction, a man and a woman.
It was my brother, and Lucia, walking side to side… a perfect match.
“Look who’s here too,” Lucia said, smiling.
I didn’t say anything, I kept walking toward the car.
“Why are you here?” My brother finally said, looking at Isla.
“Because I want her to,” I cut in.
“Why are you carrying her… she has legs..”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do with her..” I fired back.
“Why are you two being strange?” Lucia said, trying to hold my hands. “Don’t tell me you’re fighting over her?”
“At least you’re not worth fighting for,” Isla shot back at her.
The look on Lucia’s face shrinked, she didn’t expect Isla to get back at her with her words.
“Why would you say that to her?” Damian replied.
“She has the right to defend herself.” I said, opening the car door for her to get in.
“Keep your woman in check,” I said to him. This will be the last time I tell you about it.
The ride home was a quiet one. Isla faced the other side of the door, eyes closed.
I was busy on my phone, but my mind didn’t get off of her.
“You handled her well,” I whispered, voice cold.
“I’ve had it too much with her…” she muttered.
“You don’t look like the Isla I knew..” my hand stretched to her shoulder.
“People change,” she said. “Depends on how they’re treated.”
“I understand how you feel, Isla,” I slid my hand down the lower of her back. “I’ll always be here for you.”
“You don’t have to be here all the time…” she whispered. “I have to be strong on my own. I can’t just rely on you just because you make yourself available for me.”
Those words hit me. Some people would’ve cried, made scenes and dramas.
But the coldness in her tone, the way she carried herself… made me obsessed.
When she first came to the Romano’s she was gentle, quiet, and gentle.
But now, she is colder than I had expected. And I liked her that way.
I watched her fall asleep after our conversation. She really looked more beautiful than I had expected.
Her phone buzzed… a notification. From the same unknown number that had been sending me strange messages.
You still don’t know the Romano you’re married to…
Who was he? And what does he really want?