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Nodding, she replied. “Yes, thank you, Deo.”

I paused at her soft voice wrapping around my name and it made me hard as fuck. Her using my nickname had more of an impact on me than I ever guessed it would. Damn, I should never have sung that to her.

Chapter Four:Google It

Gia

I followed Amadeo down the hall then into yet another hall. This one was wide with polished wood floors and rose colored walls. I did notice some nice paintings as we walked by then some photographs. I slowed down to look at those. Some were very old black and white. Then some were more modern. It was hard to tell what timeframe they were, but as I focused on one in particular, I spotted a face in a group.

“Doctor?” Amadeo called to me as he came back over to where I stood.

“This is you?” I tapped the glass, pointing the obviously younger Amadeo out.

He leaned in to peer at the photo, then he chuckled. “Yes, and all my brothers, even Gio.”

“Even Gio?” I asked. “What does that mean?”

“He left at eighteen and was gone for ten years.”

“Wow, like where did he go for a decade?”

“That was the thing none of us knew. He up and disappeared.”

Super curious, I looked over at him now.

Shrugging, he explained, “Our dad wanted him to be a part of the business. But Gio, or Legend as he is known by now…Well, he wanted to be a doctor.”

I tucked my head back in surprise. “Really?”

Nodding, Amadeo went on, “He’s a doctor slash biker. Hence the road name of Legend.”

I shook my head. “Does he have a specialty?”

Amadeo paused and looked a little lost as he replied, “I don’t know. I never asked but I’ve only seen him a few times since he came back. I was so damned happy to see him that I never got to details like that, I guess?”

“Well, he never showed up in Mr. Walker’s room,” I told him. “So he didn’t consult with me on his case.”

Amadeo scoffed. “Oh, he wouldn’t…Um, consult with you.”

“And why not?” I crossed my arms over my chest defensively.

“He has other reasons that have nothing to do with you…I mean…He won’t be interfering or having anything to do with Deacon Walker.”

I relaxed a little and realized I had gotten defensive immediately. “Oh, I just assumed…”

“Look,” Amadeo said. “How much do you know about Mr. Walker’s past?”

I shrugged. “Not much. Only that he is ex-FBI, his age, his medical records and he had been in a small plane wreck. Which caused his current condition.”

“There’s a lot about him that…Isn’t good.”

I nodded but kept silent. I happened to know there was a lot about this family that wasn't good as well.

Amadeo stared at me. “I saw that,” he whispered.

I snapped my gaze up to him. “What?”

“That instant anger. Why do you have issues about us? Or mainly when it comes to me?”