CHAPTER 31
MAUREEN
The moment Matteo’s name lit up on my phone, I didn’t hesitate.
“I’m at the club,” he said, voice low, a little distracted. “Got a few debtors giving me attitude. You feel like joining me?”
“Yes,” I replied, too quickly. “I’m coming.”
Domenico turned to look at me from the opposite end of the car. His face gave away nothing, but I saw the slight raise of his brow, the pause in his breath. Annoyance.
“Stop the car,” he said curtly to the driver.
I blinked, confused. “Wait—”
He didn’t look at me. “You’ll go alone.”
The vehicle came to a smooth halt. Domenico opened the door and stepped out, fixing the collar of his coat with slow precision.
“Driver will take you,” he added over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him.
I just sat there, stunned. “O-okay.
