We turned on the television and waited for the screams, when the surprising silence came from the other room, I got up feeling the need to check on her. On her side curled up on the bed, breathing deeply and sleeping like a princess.
I calmed my thoughts, heading back to the sofa bed with a huge Theo Cross taking up much of the space, and finally got a decent night's sleep, knowing the warm body next to me wasn't my tormentor.
When Hunter showed up, he couldn't even tell what time his gaze was fixed on us on the couch. Theo got up going to the kitchen and as he had assembled the bed I took the trouble to undo it by folding the sheets, Katarina appeared at the bedroom door with a face like a fifteen year old teenager after the first drunk, drawing all the attention of the visitor to her .
'What have you been doing?' He looked curious.
“Getting hit by a truck.
— Attracting the Mc's attention.
— Drinking.
We answered the three of them together and although it took a while to understand, Hunter promptly walked to the counter pulling up a stool.
— Getting the Dragon's attention how?
I stopped realizing that I was hearing for the first time the name of the man who commands the famous MC of NY, without understanding the reason I felt a huge pleasure when I realized that I know his name and he doesn't know mine, I kept the smile in my mind even before he appeared .
I glared at Theo and he seemed to ponder whether to sleep on the floor or the sofa bed, but my sister was a quicker snitch.
“Oh, we went to a bar, and Diana yelled at him to think of a name for him to remember when he was coming. - Calm as the wind Katarina approached the counter pulling the penultimate stool, without a tinge of guilt on her face as she delivered my thoughtless attitude.
The son-of-a-bitch soldier seemed to enjoy himself at my expense while Hunter no longer had enough voice to answer the face in sharp astonishment, his green eyes trying to read something on my face.
— I didn't know he was the president of the MC - I said trying to have something as a defense even though no one asked for anything.
And apparently with Theo and Katarina's laughter being a failed attempt, I rolled my eyes in frustration at the idiots laughing like two hyenas. Meanwhile, Hunter seemed to analyze me like an eagle, searching for all those tiny details he taught me to hide when the other girls in the family acted like snakes spitting venom.
After a long sigh, pondering the information he spoke calmly.
- I need to fight with you, but first as your brother I want to know why you offered like this - The youngest was really astonished.
His eyes on me didn't have the judgment I'd expected to have, just curiosity and obvious concern.
- Beatrice died, not me - I shrugged listening to the chuckles and seeing him hide his smile, frowning.
Antonio Costella's incredible gift was taught to my brothers, and they were wisely passed on to young people who need to be impeccable at dances.
In any case, similar ones recognized others, and our blood didn't let it escape the careful analysis, even if it had the biggest blasé face, it wouldn't be able to hide it.
“You're going to be here all week until he forgets about you. – Decree trying to sound positive.
"I don't think he will." Theo opened his mouth.
I grabbed a cap from a loose bottle on the counter and threw it in the trash, my brother hastened to reinforce the comment.
— Seriously Diana, I share a lot of territory with the MC, but I don't know if he supplies weapons to other families. – He stopped thinking – Apart from that this region is not known for tourists.
For a moment, even knowing the dangers, he wanted to take the risk.
I sat on the unoccupied barstool, Theo started making breakfast while Hunter updated Sartori's latest moves after receiving a box with a red bow turned out to be Stefano's bones and eyes.
I wanted to be a little fly to see this moment, but remembering his death reignited the bloodlust.
“We saw De Angelis soldiers,” I blurted out, remembering that by a stroke of luck Theo had stayed at the apartment while Katarina and I bought some donuts.
Hunter swore under his breath, taking out his cell phone and sending some order to his men, after all, having soldiers from another family within your territory was never a good thing.
It only confirmed our thoughts that Vicenzo won't drop the bone so easily.
— Let's move Giacomo's wedding forward — I decided to move the wheels realizing that some things would have to be put to the test.
“It's been four days since Don Sartori received the bones, the burial was two days ago. It would be an affront to ask him to authorize a marriage now. – Hunter said in exasperation.
A marriage proposal piercing the Don's grief is clearly disrespectful except that first Giacomo needs to prepare the ground, Giovanni and Vicenzo are not two idiots.
Katarina looked at us, analyzing the conversation.
“He won't ask yet, tell him to start sending roses to the De Angelis family and a special bouquet for Giulia. - I pulled the cup of coffee that Theo poured, Katarina got up taking the milk from the fridge filling hers before handing it to me - You need to accompany a card with some affectionate phrase.
The young women will notice his interest, gossip begins and in the end a beautiful wedding.
“Make him send white roses to the family and yellow roses to Giulia, they're her favorites,” she said, wiping a smile off my face, with her little interaction in an attempt to help.
He snorted in consideration.
'How will that help?' - He ran a hand through his hair - Vicenzo looks like a dog sniffing.
“Let's give him what he wants. - Smiles aside
'Giacomo's head?' – Theo said watching me over the cup.
“Vicenzo the opportunity to get the information he wants and Giovanni the anger at having to consider a Costello part of the family.
Silence reigned over the room, each one trapped in their thoughts, enjoying the calm before the storm.
It is inevitable to have to go through it, and the name of the storm is Giulia De Angelis and my older brother would have to do his best not to compromise our family and our plans with his obsession with the youngest of our enemies.