Luca smiled at that description, because it was annoyingly accurate. But then his jaw tightened again. "No," he said. "You are not going anywhere near him."
Veronica let out a short breath. "You do a spectacular job of being annoying."
"Thank you."
"I wasn’t complimenting you!"
"I accept it as one anyway."
"Come on," she said. "Who is your Donna?"
The wink she gave him was pure trouble.
"You are not Donna yet," he said.
"Okay," Veronica said, adjusting instantly, because if one title did not get her what she wanted, she would simply try another. "Who is your fiancée?" She said it with a sweet expression, all innocent eyes and soft tone, very obviously trying to manipulate him with cuteness.
Luca was, unfortunately, not immune to it. He looked at her for a long second, already aware he was in trouble. "Fiancée," he said carefully, "does not handle mafia business."
"This isn’t mafia business," she said, pointing between them. "It’s family business."
"They are one and the same," Luca argued.
"By that logic," she said, tilting her head and lifting one brow, "then I can do it."
Luca closed his eyes briefly and groaned. There the trap was. Neatly set. Elegantly sprung. And he had marched right into it.
Veronica looked unbearably pleased with herself. "You keep saying I have to learn," she pressed. "This is a good place to start."
"I cannot protect you down there, Vee," he said at last.
"Where exactly is he?" she asked. "Is there some kind of hidden city beneath our feet?"
"This place," Luca said, glancing toward the walls beyond the courtyard, "used to be something close to a castle before it was rebuilt. There are places here," he continued, "you would never imagine there are places."
"Like Commissioned?" Veronica asked.
"Even better."
"Luca," she said, leaning closer. "I need you to trust me on this."
Luca sighed again, he knew he was making a terrible decision and was probably going to do it anyway because the woman in front of him had already won. "Alright then," he said at last. "Alright. I will arrange it."
"Yay!"
The sheer delight in her voice startled a laugh out of him. She bounced a little in her seat, leaned forward, and pressed a quick peck to his lips.
"Should I be wary," he asked slowly, "about you being this excited?"
"I’m just happy." She said as her fingers drifted lightly over his thigh, lingering there. "Very happy."
"I thought there was supposed to be a party for the baby news."
"Don wants you properly on your feet first," Veronica said. "We can’t have a party without the baby daddy present."
"Right," Luca said. "I will do my damndest to listen to my doctor so I can get better faster."
Julian’s mouth twitched, it never quite became a smile. "And yet he let you in here."
"Luca would do anything for me," she said.
"That has been established, I guess. I will not say you are being arrogant."
Veronica ignored the dryness in his tone. She had not come down here to win a battle of wit. "I will also do anything for him," she said. "Including forgive you."
"How generous," Julian drawled.
"Do you know why?" she asked. "Because you are his brother. Like I said earlier, I have a sister," Veronica continued. "And there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her."
"He’s my halfbrother," Julian said.
The correction came fast, clipped, defensive.
"He’s your brother!" Vee shot back. "The half is just a label you both use to avoid the reality that you are both idiots."
"Wow," he said. "You’ve got spunk. I like that."
"You let stupid things come between both of you," she went on. "When it’s supposed to be both of you against the world. Idiots. Fools. That’s what you both are."
"I still don’t know why you are here," he said.
"I’m here," she said at last, "to get to know you."
Julian’s brow furrowed slightly, that answer made even less sense than the rest of her presence.

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