Chapter 81

Chapter Eighty-One

Matteo glanced down at the photo on his phone, a smirk curling his lips as he admired the image of his greatest weakness giving him the middle finger. He adored how her eyes always ignited with that mischievous spark, a fire that both challenged and captivated him. In his mind, he pictured her rummaging through his drawers, her slender fingers brushing over his clothes as she hunted for the vibrator he’d secretly taken. Shaking his head with amusement, he slipped the phone into his back pocket and leaned forward against the thick ropes enclosing the fighting arena. His gaze swept over the men he had gathered for their monthly meeting—some raising glasses in toasts, others playfully shoving each other as they waited for the session to begin. Only two more were expected to arrive.

Louis soon emerged from the crowd, pushing his way to stand beside Matteo.

“How’s your sister holding up?” Matteo asked, unable to suppress a smile.

Louis rolled his eyes with a sigh. “She’s pissed, but she’ll survive. I warned her repeatedly not to mess with her, but…” He shrugged, clearly frustrated.

“Has she finally learned her lesson?” Matteo pressed.

Louis raised an eyebrow skeptically. “About backing off from you? Don’t be ridiculous. You either need to find her a man with equal power and wealth or get better health insurance for your employees.” He shook his head in disbelief.