|6| Latino Goddess

Zack’s POV

“Um, Luke, you told me the nightclub was on the market,” I screeched on the phone, my gaze focused on the man who was glaring at me.

I flashed him a tight smile, trying to reassure him. He just rolled his eyes and looked away, talking to his partner in his mother tongue language, Italian.

I wish I had picked a thing or two in my Italian class back in high school. I could’ve understood what he was saying.

“Give me a minute, Mr. Nicolai,” I excused myself, walking away from them. I stood near the cliff, gazing at the gorgeous blue sky.

All I could hear from Luke’s side was him typing roughly on the keyboard. I licked my dry lips, waiting for him to check the data.

“His temper is running out,” I tried to hurry him up, hearing him sigh before cursing.

“I’m sure it was up for sale a few days ago,” Luke mumbled.

“Figlio di puttana,” he said over my shoulder and I glanced at him before looking back