Chapter 222
Hours later, Luciano and Andrea finally left the office and Andrea showed him to the spare room.
Chico slipped away knowing Andrea would be in soon and not wanting to lose his head. Andrea
didn’t disappoint and five minutes later appeared in the bedroom. After glancing down at me for a
split second he walked in like I wasn’t even there and ignored my tear-stained cheeks and misery.
I watched as he loosened his tie and stepped out onto the balcony.
“I hope you’ve learnt something from today,” he said leaning over the railings. “Don’t fucking mess
with me or bad things happen…”
“You can’t trust Luciano,” I said.
“Oh yeah?” he asked turning to me. “Why?”
“No one can. You heard him say it himself, he has no loyalty. What if Leo offers him a better deal?
That man is bad news. Take it from me. I’ve known him for seven years.”
“Loren can’t beat my offer,” he said confidently.
“What makes you so sure?” I asked.
“He doesn’t want money or acceptance in the Stella pack or whatever else your mate could give
him. He just wants you to suffer in the maximum way,” he replied. “And as a good judge of
character, I’d say he’s fairly fed up of living underneath Alpha Loren anyway. Just like me, he thinks
it’s about time the Loren reign ended.”
“They’ve known each other a long time. Don’t count on Luciano wanting him dead,” I said.
Andrea only laughed and leant back in his chair.
“You’re a smart woman, Blanca. Why are you warning me if you think that’s true? Surely you would
be perfectly happy to let Luciano go running back to your mate and switch sides? I’d be killed, you’d
go back to your family, all would be well? So the very fact that you are telling me shows that you
don’t even believe what you are saying. You know as well as I do that Luciano could kill his oldest
friend in the blink of an eye and without a second thought. He’s a total psychopath and you’re just
trying to protect your mate from him”
I opened my mouth to speak but there were no words to say.
“Are we done here, Blanca?” he asked raising an eyebrow. “Only I want you to go and make dinner.”
I sighed, “What would you like?”
“Something Italian. Let’s make our guest feel at home.”