She started to protest. “I’m not sure.”
I grew frustrated with her hesitation. After all, I had spent a lot of time and energy finding her the ideal driver.
“It will be perfect. What’s not to like about it? I’m confident.” I handed her a card with his number on it. “Enter it into your phone.”
“So, that’s it?” Her eyebrows drew together.
“No.” With Nonna’s voice in my head, I decided to ask. “I want to ask a couple questions. I’d like to know how many men you dated during the time we weren’t together.”
She lowered her fork and cleared her throat. “Is that really something you want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Three. One lasted a while.”
“Who was the one that lasted a while?”
“Martin. He was a decent guy, but we wanted different things, and eventually, well, that was what ended it.”
“What things?”
She shifted uncomfortably, which piqued my interest even more.
“He wanted to get married, and I didn’t. He wanted to have kids, and I didn’t.”
“You don’t want those things?”
“I do, just not with him.”
I nodded and took a sip of my wine. I couldn’t help but watch her breasts. They were like magnets that pulled my mouth toward them.
“What else?” Her expression was unreadable.
“What was living on the streets like?”
“Very different than living in a mansion,” she shot back, and I felt my temper spike.
“I was simply asking. Did you ever find yourself in any trouble or mixed up in something like drugs?”
“Drugs?” She shook her head at me like I was crazy. “What is this? When have you ever wondered if I was on drugs?”
“It’s just a question, Sienna.”
“Is it, though? Because somehow this feels more like an interrogation.”
“It’s not. I’m just doing what needs to be done to protect my family.”
“To protect your family?” Her eyes widened. “Elio, really?”
“I don’t see what the big deal is here.” She looked away, and I could tell she was trying to control herself. “I’m just making sure I know everything before, you know, before we go any further.” She suddenly stood, tossed her napkin on the table, and walked out the front door.
Anger coursed through me, fanned with a little guilt. I refused to go after her. I tossed my fork, sent a text to the guys that I wanted a family meeting, and started to clean up. I bent a lot of rules with Sienna, and it was time she learned who was in charge here. Still, I glanced at the window, hating that she left the way she did.
Just as I finished cleaning the counters, I heard the guys arrive.
“Elio cooked?” Vinni looked at his brother over his shoulder. “Damn, I didn’t have any time to prepare myself.” He made a show of himself, studying his reflection in the microwave, fixing his hair.
“Where is the pretty little lady?” Harris, Niccola’s good friend and one of our soldiers, smiled and set a box of beer on the counter.