AGOSTI

AGOSTI

“I think I like her” Luca repeated for the umpteenth time.

“I am sure to do” I grimaced.

He had not stopped talking about Rachael… Isabella… I had to stop calling her Rachael or thinking about our night in Las Vegas.

Anyways, all of our conversations had been about her ever since the night of the dinner and as much as I wanted to shut him the fuck up, I did not.

It was a good thing he liked her. It only meant that there would not be any more arguments about how he did not want to get married to the girl but I also was angry at the fact that he liked her which I considered weird.

This arrangement was not so he could fall in love with her, it was just so I could have access to the Romano’s diamond mine.

I had heard a lot about it and although there has been no formal conversation between Angelo and I, he knew how interested I was in this just as much as every other person in Spain was.

It was no wonder I found it surprising that he could not pay back the money he borrowed from me