Chapter 18

Accardi

Chapter Eighteen

Matteo let out a heavy sigh and flicked his wrist to check his watch. It was well beyond nine o’clock, and still no sign or message from Genevieve. She was doing this deliberately—he was certain of it—just to push him to the edge of his patience. Deep down, he knew she couldn’t refuse him. Frankie’s investigation into Johnson and Sinclair, with a sharp focus on Sinclair, had been flawless. Genevieve was in serious financial trouble, though it wasn’t obvious at first glance. The contract he had drafted was airtight—nothing too extreme, just a short-term employment agreement. Just enough time to make her fall for him. Matteo rubbed his face with both hands, frustration mounting. This woman was driving him to the brink of madness.

“Hey, yo, Accardi!” Juliano’s voice cut through the noise.

Matteo groaned and glanced toward the bar where Marco and Juliano were seated, each accompanied by women they’d picked up at the hotel earlier, on their way to a club.

“Come join us!” Juliano called again, waving him over.

“Fuck off!” Leo growled, plopping down on the stool beside Matteo.