~Antonio
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, running a hand down my face. I’d almost blown my cover. If I’d mentioned meeting Gerald in the US before I started impersonating Giovanni, everything would’ve been exposed right there. The facade I’d worked so hard to maintain would’ve crumbled, and all hell would’ve broken loose.
This pretending-to-be-my-brother thing was exhausting. Giovanni owed me big time for stepping in to play his role while he sorted out his mess. If he didn’t, I’d make sure he regretted it for the rest of his life.
Not that I didn’t have my own life to get back to. My company—my actual company—had branches inmultiple countries, with offices across the globe. Thankfully, I’d left it in the capable hands of my trusted team. They were running the show while I pla
