Page 15 of He Is Ours (Lovers in Crossfire #2)

Chapter fifteen

Olivia

We

walk

out

into

the hallway, and Oliver turns to me. He looks at me, but his eyes look so dead.

“Want to tell me what has you distracted? You haven’t been yourself since we left the casino.”

He shakes his head in response. God, this man is going to make me mad if he doesn't spit it out real soon.

“Oliver, I am not stupid. What is going on? Why do you look like you have seen the ghost of your past?”

He looks down at me in shock, like I just hit the nail on the head.

“Ah. The ghost of your past. Got it. Please just tell me if it was a Starr brother or the Italian.” I cross my arms in front of my chest. Waiting for Oliver to spit it out. I don’t need him to have a past with the Starr brothers, where he tries to stop me from ripping them apart piece by piece.

“Ugh. Why do you have to push Liv? I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine! Don’t talk about it. But stop sulking so we can get this plan sorted out, and my girl isn’t still stuck in the fucking crossfire!” I shoulder-check him as I walk back toward the office, and he grabs me by my wrist.

“Fine! I'll tell you, Liv. Just give me a second to get my words together.” He lets out a dramatic sigh.

“Alessio.. That is his name.” I raise an eyebrow at him to get him to continue talking.

“We have met before. When Dad and I went to Italy when we were sixteen, to handle some business

, he was there. He is the son of Antonio Luciano.” He stops to look at me again; this time, I see a whirlwind of emotions raging in his eyes.

“Who is Antonio Luciano?” I ask. I think he keeps forgetting that I don’t know anything about the mafia world he has lived in.

“Antonio Luciano runs the biggest mafia family in Italy. We went over there because of an issue with the New York Luciano side. It turned out to be just a mix-up. We made a deal, and now we’re on the same side.”

I am listening to everything he says, but my brain can only focus on the part where he is talking to me, as if I have been involved with all of this the whole time.

As if he and Dad didn’t exclude me for almost thirty-five fucking years.

My heart squeezes with betrayal. I don’t want to have resentment against my family, but here it is, showing its ugly face. .

“Alright, so you went to Italy to lay down your law and met Alessio. Why are you acting like you have seen a fucking ghost?”

He looks frustrated. “I am getting there, you impatient fuck!” He spits out.

I grab him by his chin and pull his head down to look at me. He has a good six inches on me, but I still have the bigger balls between the two of us.

“I don’t know who the fuck died and made you king, but you better watch your fucking tone with me. We may be twins, but I will still take your ass down. You know we don’t do that!” I look at him with daggers, making sure he knows how serious I am.

He jerks his chin out of my grip and turns away from me. “We had a thing.” He turns back towards me. Pissed off and ready to fight someone. “Happy now?”

I cross my arms. “Actually? No, I am not happy. You are treating me as if I were some stupid little girl who needs protection. I haven’t been involved in OUR family's business ever. You and Dad have shielded me, as if I were incompetent. Now you are half-ass telling me the truth about a guy I can tell you care for, or fucking fear!” I throw my hands up in the air in surrender.

“So I guess this is how this is going to go! We are just going to lie to each other and half-ass tell me stuff. Cool, thanks for that. So much for keeping stuff from each other.”

I turn around and walk away before Oliver can stop me, marching back into the office.

I am fucking fuming and need to get rid of this rage.

I walk over to the couch, grab Rachel’s hand, pulling her up, and then walk to Alex and grab his hand.

I drag them out of the office. Everyone in the office watches us as we leave with their jaws on the floor.

I pull them up the stairs towards the master bedroom, slamming the door open as I drag them along. When we are all through, I kick the door shut, let go of their hands, and turn to face them.

“Strip! Now! Both of you!” I command.