“I got all the therapy she needs.” Angelo grabbed his dick over his pants as he entered the room and winked. “What’s up with our girl?”
“She’s not our girl,” I snapped.
“Yeah, okay, Dante,” he said mockingly. “Pretend like you don’t like her.”
“I don’t.”
Even as the words came out of my mouth, they sounded like a lie.
Did I like her?
Not really.
Wanting to fuck her didn’t count.
I glanced at Angelo. “Is there an issue at the club?”
“New clients.” He plopped down on the couch beside his twin. “One of them is Senator Ackerman.” Angelo tipped his head back and laughed. “So much for his family values campaign. Fucking deviant.”
Nico lifted my phone from the table and passed it to Stefan. Angelo leaned over his shoulder, the two of them silently watching the footage.
“Stef, I want you to take Ava shopping,” I ordered. “See if you can get her talking.” Then I looked over at Nico. “I want you to take her on a date. She’s got a crush and will be more likely to spill her guts to you.”
They nodded.
“How do you expect us to get information out of her?” Stefan asked. “She’s not going to come right out and confess that she and Giancarlo are up to something because I took her shopping.”
“No,” I agreed. “But when Ava starts to trust you, she will lower her guard. If she’s out on her balcony screaming every night, provide her some stress relief.”
“We’ll get whatever she’s hiding out of her,” Nico said like a good boy.
He was always so desperate for my approval. So were the twins.
“Yeah,” Stefan chimed. “Leave the girl to us.”
ChapterThirty
AVA
Around three o’clock, the bellman called to alert me about a delivery. A middle-aged man dressed in a black suit, his dark hair slicked back off his forehead, stepped into the living room with several boxes stacked up to his chin, all of which had the names of expensive designer brands.
After he was gone, I spread the boxes across the table and shook my head. I flipped open the lids on each box and squealed.
Under lid number one was a Gucci purse. The next box was a black Dolce & Gabbana gathered silk dress. Black Salvatore Ferragamo pumps. And sexy La Perla lingerie.
My cell phone rang. I reached into my pocket and smiled at Nico’s name on the screen.
“Ciao, bella,” Nico said in a perfect Italian accent. “Did you try on the dress yet?”
“Not yet. Thank you, Nico. You didn’t have to go all out for our date.” I held my hand over my heart to stop it from beating so fast. “This is too much.”
“Shhh,passerotta. It’s not too much for you.”
“Nico,” I whispered. “What does this make us?”
I needed to know.
“You’re mine,” Nico said after a long pause. “And I’m going to spoil you rotten.” I heard road noise in the background, and he yelled over it. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”