Page 35 of Mafia Scars

“Maurice Vitali at your service.”

“At whose service? What are you doing in my house?”

“Well, the thing is, you two broads are usually gone by this time, so I’m kind of in here every day.”

“It was you?” Gigi snapped. “Eating all the food in my cupboard. My brownies.”

“Doll, I come here just for those. Yumm, yumm. They taste like heaven.” His eyes fixed on Gigi.

I grimaced when her face softened, and she smiled. “You think so?”

“Yes, doll, a hundred percent. I plan to ask you to marry me, by the way.”

Her mouth dropped, and then she looked from me to him.

This was ridiculous. I grabbed the rolling pin from her, walked over to him, and poked him hard in his chest with it.

He was just a little shorter than Luc, same muscle, and that cocky confidence reminded me of Luc too.

“Why are you here?”

“Boss’s orders. I’m your bodyguard. I’m supposed to be at your side for the next two days. Me and a few of the boys.”

“What!” Unbelievable. What was my father playing at? “You can tell my father I don’t need a bodyguard.”

“Oh no, no, not that boss. I’m talking about Luc. And when he gives an order, he expects it to be done. Especially when it comes to you.”

All I could do was stare.

Chapter 8

Luc

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“Claudius, don’t play with me. Where the fuck are you?” I snapped, pressing the phone to my ear.

“Hiring a bike man, chill out.”

My brother could be such a prick some… No, most times. It was most times, especially when he knew I’d be well and truly pissed off at him.

I got desperate and called him on Wednesday about an hour after I left Amelia.

It was that damn feeling I kept getting that something was about to happen. My guys were doing their best, keeping watch over the girls and making sure everything was fine.

It was, and that was the problem.

Things were too quiet, and I was starting to suspect trouble on the horizon. I wished I’d taken Amelia now and left Wednesday.

We were leaving later this evening. Flights were booked and everything. It was planned.

The problem with planning was the risk of others finding out what that plan was and infiltrating it.

“Claudius, why the hell do you need a bike?”

“Never can tell when you need a powerful Kawasaki engine. You know this. Plus, do you expect me to get around by taxi? Or bus?”

My stomach churned, and my pulse quickened. He found this whole thing funny.