Chapter 60. Her Worries

I walk into the house, and Dario is sitting waiting. 

"What's happened?" He jumps up. Lorenzo rounds the corner and looks at me. Of course, they are waiting to hear what Arlo wants. They knew I went to meet him to discuss this fake business deal he said he had. He used it to torment me.

"He wanted me to suggest that one of you two marry Roxy," I say bluntly, not avoiding the subject.

I watch their faces. "He does know you fucked her, right? That's wrong." Lorenzo says as he laughs. I don't think Arlo cares; to him, he wants his daughter brought into our family, and yes, he's willing to hand her off to one of my brothers to try and achieve his goal.

"Yeah, I prefer my women clean, thanks." Dario states and I turn to look at him with confusion. "Like you, without the stupid amounts of diamonds and bottle of perfume hiding their scents. She smelt like a walking shop."

We all laugh, but he isn't wrong. That is one thing I hated about