"Hm. Is he a friend of yours?"
"Yes."
Costa nodded, reaching his hand up to move a stray piece of hair from my face. "If you ever let another man touch you again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
He spoke so softly yet so ominously...
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There is one word I would use to describe the few days we spent in Riyadh.
Boring.
There were a few reasons why.
Firstly, Costa was pissed at me for ruining his first meeting. He was also extremely busy putting his all into his work to make up for that mess I apparently caused.
And, we were with Rocco and Tristano who both hated me. This meant I chose to spend more time alone than with the three of them when they weren't working.
And finally, they were all in a pissy mood in general. This mood got worse as the days went by.
Since they were so busy, we also stayed in Riyadh one day longer than planned. We were originally meant to travel back on October 24th.
For reasons unbeknownst to me, I could tell this was huge decision for them. They wanted to be back in Sicily for something happening on the 25th, but work didn't permit them to travel back a day early.
The day we arrived back in Sicily I finally figured out what was happening on October 25th.
"Why are there so many cars here?" I frowned, looking at the unusual number of cars littered across their driveway.
The three brothers remained silent as Costa pulled up to the front door. I was left wondering what kind of gathering or event was going on while their workers quickly approached to take our luggage inside.
Meanwhile, Costa and his brothers got out to head inside without a word. I shouldn't have been surprised since I'd been receiving the silent treatment recently after my drunken antics that messed up their schedule. The three of them had also been particularly silent that day while we travelled back to Sicily. They barely even spoke to each other, let alone me.
We came across many guests loitering in the main entrance hall. And the first thing I noticed was that everyone was wearing black.
The next biggest sign of what was going on was the portrait of Costa's mother taking centre stage on an easel in the entry hall.
The three of them came to a slow stop at the sight of their mother's portrait. Since I was behind them, I could easily see the way their postures became tense, confusion and anger quickly building.
"What the fuck is this?" Rocco growled. He didn't care for the people watching us as we walked in. He was furious and he let everyone know it.
"Rocco." Tristano put a hand on his shoulder in an effort to calm him down in such a public setting.
