“No,” Nino said firmly. “Fabiano will have to guard you and make sure Serafina doesn’t cause trouble.”
“I feel bad for him. Couldn’t you have asked one of your soldiers to guard the mansion?”
“If it was only Serafina, yes, but I won’t have anyone I don’t trust fully be alone with you, especially because you could feel threatened by a male guard you aren’t familiar with.” Nino kissed me again, his expression hard. “I won’t ever risk your wellbeing, Kiara. I can’t lose you.”
I swallowed, my resolve running like sand through my fingers. “Do we have time to make love?”
Nino answered by moving over me and settling between my legs.
Fabiano came over shortly before the Falcone brothers were about to leave. I’d hoped he’d bring Leona with him, but he was alone. Trying to stifle my nerves about being in his presence for the first time, I wrapped my arms around Nino. “Text me as soon as you can and tell me how it went.”
Nino kissed my ear. “Fabiano is like a brother.”
He pulled back and with a curt nod toward Fabiano moved outside where his brothers were waiting. The door shut, leaving Fabiano and me alone in the gaming room.
“Nino said you enjoy playing the piano. Would it help you relax?”
My cheeks heated. “Is my fear that obvious?”
Fabiano’s blue eyes softened. “I didn’t think you were scared, merely nervous. You know I’m here to protect you. You have absolutely no reason to be scared or nervous.”
“I know. My brain knows, but it’s like my body’s still programmed a different way. I’m trying to work on it. Maybe today is a good chance to tackle my fear?”
Fabiano gave me a small smile and pushed his hands into his pockets. “So would you like to play the piano?”
“I’d love to. But won’t it be too boring for you? I doubt classic is what you’re usually listening to.”
“True, but I don’t mind.”
I started toward Nino’s and my wing, then halted when Fabiano walked behind me. “Can you walk beside me? I know you’re trying to keep a distance from me, but I’d prefer you beside me.”
“So you can have an eye on me?”
Fabiano didn’t look angry, only curious, as he stepped up to my side, and we moved on.
“Sorry.” I hated myself for my body’s reactions. It was difficult to overcome a habit.
“You don’t have to apologize. Nino warned me.”
“Oh God, what did he tell you?”
“He reminded me to mind your personal space. I think he might have threatened me too.”
My eyes widened in horror. “I doubt Nino would threaten you.”
“Oh, he would, definitely if you are concerned. You bring out the protective side in him, and not only in him.”
In our living room, I sank down at the piano. “Don’t tell me you mean Remo.”
Fabiano plopped down on the sofa and stretched out his legs in front of him. “Remo and Savio both. It’s the way they watch you and act around you.”
I put my fingers on the piano keys, thinking about Fabiano’s words. Savio and Remo were careful not to touch me. They seemed to have gotten used to my presence during dinner. My fingers started to dance over the keys with a mind of their own as I stayed lost in my thoughts. Soon the tension slipped away as the notes of the melody swirled around me. It was a new song I’d been working on for a few days, one that was supposed to encompass my feelings toward my new family. Like my song for Nino, it was dark, moody and erratic in the beginning, conveying my initial fear and insecurity, but grew gradually calmer. I hadn’t told them yet that I had every intention of creating a song for every Falcone brother, and once I knew him better, even Fabiano.
The sound of a ringtone tore me out of my trance and my fingers lost track. I glanced toward Fabiano who stared down at his phone with a gentle smile. When he looked up, a more restrained expression took over.
“Leona?” I asked.
He frowned. “How did you know?”
“The look on your face.”
Caution filled Fabiano’s eyes and he stuffed the phone back into his pocket. “She’s at college. She’s taking preparatory courses.”
“Did she choose to get her Bachelor in Criminal Justice?”
“Yes. She thinks it’s the most useful for her later law studies.”
“Ironic, isn’t it? That she’s taking criminal justice classes while being involved with the Camorra.”
“She’ll be very useful for the Camorra once she’s graduated law school.”
“That’s still how long, seven years?”
Fabiano nodded.
“Won’t you be married by then and have kids?” The moment the words were out I wanted to take them back. Fabiano and I didn’t know each other that well. It was a question I should have asked Leona, not him.
A few seconds passed before he replied and his face was almost as locked down as Nino’s could be in the beginning. “We haven’t discussed our future in detail yet.”