Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
MATTEO
I knew it wouldn’t be long before Wren blew up my phone. I said I’d take care of it, and I’m a man of my word. I should have known she was going to eventually realize that I never specified exactly how I was going to take care of it.
Wren: What did you mean earlier when you said you were going to take care of it?
Me: Exactly that.
Wren: Are you fucking kidding me?
Me: Did it sound like I was joking?
Wren: This isn’t over.
No, this definitely isn’t over, Wren. A smirk slowly spreads across my face at the thought of eventually seeing her again. I don’t know what’s fucking going on with me. I can’t seem to get her out of my head. I just hope I’m not the only one who is bothered by all of this. I’ve never had a woman get under my skin like this before. Wren has a face that will haunt your dreams. God knows she’s been haunting mine. Those bright blue eyes that almost look like they would glow at night feel like they’re looking straight into what's left of my soul.
“How did it go?” Alessio asks as he strolls into my kitchen with Gio on his tail.
“It went. She did think we were behind it,” I reply as Gio inhales harshly. “It’s all cleared up, Gio, calm down.” I lower my hands down as I talk. “I told her we would take care of it.”
“I’ll see if any of the buildings she passes on her way home have cameras,” Alessio says.
“I also want someone out in front of her building. I don’t know if this guy will try to come back again now that he knows where she lives.” I pause as I think it over. “I’ll see if Enzo is available.”
“I’ll take the first shift,” Gio growls out.
Enzo is our cousin on our father’s side. He and Gio are so similar; it’s scary sometimes. They are either thick as thieves or are threatening to cut off each other's eyelids. When our father passed, and I took over as head of the family business, I never thought I would have to stop arguments between two of my men about who gets the kill. It’s like dealing with two fucking five-year-olds.
“Don’t forget, we have dinner at Ma’s tonight. She’ll be pissed if you miss it,” Alessio adds.
“I won’t miss it,” Gio grunts as he pushes off of the counter. “Send me her address,” he calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the kitchen.
“If that guy decides to show up tonight, he’s really going to fucking regret his life choices,” Alessio says as he stares at Gio’s back. “So, do you want to tell me why we’re helping out some random woman after it was cleared up that it’s not us after her?”
I glare at Alesso.
“What? It’s a fair fucking question.” He shrugs innocently.
“I owe her.” The real answer is because I can’t get her out of my fucking head, but there’s no way in hell I would admit that to him right now.
“You shouldn’t feel guilty for her finding you. Any person would have called for help.”
“No, they wouldn’t have. Most people would have just kept on running. Not to mention, she listened to me and called you instead of the cops. So, yeah. I owe her.”
“That’s all it is?” Alessio asks, his questioning gaze locked on me.
“That’s all it is.”
Maybe if I tell myself that enough, I’ll actually start to believe it.