Page 75 of Ravage God

Besides my brothers, there was no one I trusted more than Valentino.

Massimo nodded. “We grew up with Valentino. He has proven time and time again his loyalty to us. There’s no question about it.” He looked over at Romeo.

“I didn’t question it. But we would be stupid to go into this blind.”

I shook my head. “Not Valentino. I would bet my life on it.”

Romeo nodded, and I tried not to let my anger take control of me, something I had gotten from my bastard of a father. While Massimo had always been cool and collected, hiding his feelings no matter how tense the situation was, I always found myself slipping. Out of the four of us, I was more like my father than I ever wanted to be, but unlike the bastard, I didn’t let my emotions control me.

“Keep looking into this,” Massimo said to Romeo. “And let’s keep quiet about it for now.” He turned to me. “You can let Valentino know what’s going on, but make sure he doesn't confront his father about it. It’s best if they think they can get away with this. Their guards will be down, and I’m sure they’ll slip up soon.”

I nodded.

Matteo turned to me. “How did you happen to run across that car on the Gambino property? When were you there? Or were you just driving by?”

The amusement in his eyes told me he already guessed the answer.

I didn’t answer him. Just looked at him. The fucker’s smile widened. Thankfully, before he could say anything else, a small knock came at the door. I looked up to see both Giulia and Luna standing there.

“Are we interrupting anything?” Luna asked softly. She was mostly focused on Massimo, though her eyes did stray over to us briefly before moving back to her husband. She was still so shy around us, mainly my brothers and me.

I didn’t think that would go away anytime soon. I didn’t know much about what she went through with her family before she married Massimo, but I saw enough at their wedding for me to piece some of it together.

And based on how Massimo looked when Andre Lombardi was mentioned, even after the fucker’s death, it told me enough.

“Never, sweetheart,” Massimo said with the kind of softness I had only ever heard him use with Giulia.

She smiled brightly at him, and he motioned for her to come in. A slight blush hit her cheeks as she slowly made her way over to Massimo, Giulia following behind her. She sat down on the armrest of the sofa by Matteo as Luna stood by Massimo’s side.

Before she could say anything, Massimo wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. She let out a small squeak, and I glanced over at Romeo, sharing a small smile.

“Massimo,” she muttered softly. “We have guests.”

Matteo gasped in outrage. “Guests? I thought we were family, little sister.”

I rolled my eyes at his antics. The fucker did sound like he was hurt.

Luna’s blush deepened, and she stammered out something incoherent.

Massimo nodded at me. I reached my hand out and lightly hit the back of his head. No need to cause any more brain damage than necessary.

Matteo glared at me.

I ignored him and turned to Luna. “He’s joking.”

She smiled a little. “I do consider you guys to be my family.”

“Right back at you,little sister,” Romeo said with a wink.

Massimo turned to his wife. “Is there something you need?”

“Oh, Giulia and I were wondering if you guys would join us for lunch. We made it.”

I worked hard to control my expression. Giulia was as good a cook as Luna… which meant not at all.

She looked around at all of us when we said nothing, then smiled at Giulia conspiratorially.

Giulia let out a small, annoying little laugh. “Beatrice helped.”