"Fiancée," I corrected. "And no, it's her twin sister. But close enough, don't you think?"

"Spitting image," he said, looking toward her again. His dark eyes roved over her, from the top of her head to her bare toes and back again, lingering on her legs and tits.

My upper lip lifted, baring my teeth. "Put your eyes back in your fucking head and get the fuck out," I told him. Then I waved my hand toward the door. "All of you. Get out."

"Luca," Enzo said. "We need to talk about Mario."

"There's nothing to discuss. This is exactly what I wanted to happen." I glanced down at the...