Ruined Secrets - Page 61
“Where?”
“To a club.”
“Please tell me you were going to take Gino.”
“Of course not. God, I hate that guy. He acts like he’s my father. And Dad lets him! Why couldn’t I keep Leandro as my bodyguard?”
“Because he’s too old to run after you when you slip,” I snap. “You’re too reckless. Sneaking out in the middle of the night. Running away from bodyguards. You need someone to rein you in, and I’m glad Gino is managing.”
“He’s prohibited me from going to Perla’s birthday party next week!” she barks. “How can he prohibit me from anything? He is a fucking bodyguard! When I told Dad, he said he agrees with everything Gino decides.”
“Where’s the party?”
“At Baykal.”
“You were planning on going to one of Bratva’s clubs? After what happened at Ural the last time? Are you out of your mind?”
“That mess was your fault.” She grins.
“You can’t go to the Bratva’s club! For God’s sake, Andrea!”
“Kostya would have been there.” She shrugs. “Catalina has been seeing him. Kind of.”
“Dear God! Does her father know she’s going out with one of the Bratva’s men?”
“No. And you won’t tell him! It’s nothing serious, they’re just… talking.”
“From what I’ve heard, half of the city’s female population have been through Kostya Balakirev’s bed. He’s not the type of man to just talk with a woman.”
“That’s not true.”
“He slept with Amalia Lombardi last month. And their cook. I’m not absolutely sure, but I think he slept with Amalia’s mother, as well. He’s worse than Damian.”
“It scares me sometimes, you know? How much shit you remember about people.”
“You can never anticipate when knowing someone’s dirty laundry may come in handy.” I look down at my phone. “I have to call Luca. I’m going shopping with Milene this afternoon and have to change. He wants to approve what I’m wearing.”
“He what?” Andrea widens her eyes at me.
“I’ve been unearthing some very interesting things about my husband recently.” I smile. “One of them is that choosing what I wear really turns him on.”
“He’s controlling you?”
“No. I’m letting him control me. And enjoying every second of it.”
“Isa, that’s . . . kinky.”
“Yeah, I guess it is.” I grin and call Luca.
He answers on the first ring. “Where are you?”
“Having coffee with Andrea at my parents’ house.”
“Did you take bodyguards?”
“Marco and Sandro are waiting for me in the car. Don’t worry.”
A few moments of silence, and then, “Are you wearing the blue dress as I instructed?”
