"Considering I had to come in and save your ass, it’s very much my business," he retorts.
"I do owe you a thanks for that," I agree, "so…" I flip him off.
Michael's expression doesn’t change. "If you expect me to fuck off and leave you alone, you’re mistaken." Michael leans back in his chair.
Seb folds his arms across his chest. "You’d better start talking because we are not going anywhere."
"Ditto," Luca adds.
I stare at the faces of my brothers.Che facce da culo!Why can’t these stronzos leave me alone?
"We care about you," Massimo rumbles, "about both of you." He encompasses Aurora in his gaze.
"Do you?" She glances between them. "If that were the case, Michael here would not have threatened me earlier."
I sit up; my shoulder protests, but I ignore it. "You threatened her?" I growl in a low voice, "You threatened my fiancée?"
"Calm down," Michael orders. "All I did was have a heart-to-heart with the doctor, so we both know where we stand."
Anger thuds at my temples. "That’s not cool,fratellone. I was unconscious and couldn’t come to her defense. You knew it, and yet you chose to intimidate her?"
"It’s because you were unconscious that I needed to have words with her," Michael growls. "You’d have done the same thing if you were in my place."
I open and shut my mouth.Cazzo, he’s right, though. If our positions had been reversed, and I had found him wounded with Karma under suspicious circumstances, I’d have interrogated Karma too.
"Porca miseria."I grab my hair and tug on it. "What the hell do you want to know, Michael?"
"I want to know who shot you."
"That’s my concern."
"Not when it endangers all of us. He came after you. Next, he might turn his sights on any one of us, and you know I can’t let that happen."
Fuck, but he’s right. I square my shoulders and ignore the drowsiness that still tugs at my conscious mind.
"I need time with my fiancée to figure out this shit," I growl.
"We’re running out of time," Sebastian says in a low voice. "Whoever shot you is out there roaming free. What guarantee do we have that none of us are at risk?"
"You don’t," I glance between them, "but I was the one shot, and she did save my life. For that alone, you need to go easy on her, Michael."
"Not if it was her fault that you were shot in the first place."
Aurora stiffens. The threat implicit in Michael’s voice is clear for everyone to hear.
"Don’t fucking intimidate her," I snap.
Michael raises his hands, "It’s not my place to tell you how to run your life, but when it begins to endanger the lives of my family, I can’t stay silent."
I open my mouth to protest, but Seb intervenes. "He’s right, Christian, and you know it."
"Fuck," I rake my fingers through my hair. "Can you give me…us a few days to figure this out?"
"I’ll give you twenty-four hours."
"Fuck that, I need a week, " I shoot back.
"Forty-eight hours, and not a day more.” Michael nods.