Was she hurt? Did something happen that I didn’t know about? It had been a couple of days since I last saw her, considering how busy things had been with the Devil’s Wings MC.
“She’s keeping secrets from me. Since when did that happen? She always told me everything.”
“Did she?” I asked. I doubted she had always told him everything that went on with her.
The more I got to know Isa, the more I realized how closed off she really was, how reserved.
I just hadn’t realized it before because she always gave the impression of being open with everyone she came across, all the while never divulging any real information about herself.
Valentino shot me a look. “This is my sister we’re talking about. It's not like she would have some other big secrets. Her life is… pretty tame compared to ours.”
“And don’t you think that’s a problem?”
“Why would it be a problem?” he asked sharply.
I let out a small sigh. “Would you want to live your life in redundancy? She already had limited freedom due to her family’s background. You’re not helping by restricting her freedom even more.”
His jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything. He knew I was right.
Isa might put on a brave face most of the time, but sometimes, I caught a glimpse of her real expression. And that look? It fucking gutted me. I rubbed my hand over my chest at the thought.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what secret she is keeping from me?” he asked.
I kept my expression neutral when I asked, “What?”
“She’s seeing someone.”
I had expected that when he said Isa was keeping secrets from him. The words still hit me, and not for the first time, I felt a slight tinge of guilt that I was seeing his sister behind his back.
But I didn’t feel guilty for being with Isa.
I didn’t feel regret.
“How do you know?” I asked.
“She came home late the other night and couldn’t tell me where she went. I asked Tommaso, and he said he hadn’t driven her anywhere much lately.”
“Then why don’t you give her time? She’ll tell you when she’s ready.”
“When she’s ready? What if some fucking bastard is taking advantage of her?”
“You really think Isa can’t see that for herself?”
“How would she? She doesn’t know.” His fists clenched.
“Know what?”
“How fucking cruel those bastards can be. Wouldn’t you have the same worry if it were Giulia?”
I looked off to the side, not saying anything. He was right. I would have had the same concerns had it been Giulia.
My phone chimed where I had left it by the post. I grabbed it and read the message, frowning a bit.
“What?” Valentino asked.
I shook my head. “It could be nothing, but a woman was caught in Massimo’s office at Rockwood.”
Rockwood was one of the dozens of casinos owned by us. It was also one of our most profitablelegitimatebusinesses, raking in millions in profit each year.
