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she was that we were dating men in the same family.
    “…And who knows?” Amanda said with a giggle. “We really could end up related.” And despite all the toughness I claimed to possess, the thought of that sent me into a whirlwind.
    After a few minutes, Angelo excused us. With his hand securely on the curve of my hip, he walked me around the room, introducing me to various members of his family. I knew that he was a wealthy man and a commanding presence, but the deference with which his family members treated him surprised me. Even the older men and women paid him obvious respect.
    As we walked, Angelo told me a few more details about his family – and I do mean few. He told me his father and mother had died when he was twenty, but that was all he’d say about it. Still, even with them gone, he had a lot of other family that seemed to adore him. The only moment that gave me pause was when he introduced me to his uncle, Giovanni Luciano. The older man was gracious and very nice as we spoke, but there was an aura of danger around him that made me extremely uncomfortable.
    “Ah, so this is the woman you have been seeing.”
    “ Si, zio Giovanni. This is Karen Blackwell.”
    Giovanni’s eyes seemed to study me as if determining my worth. On edge, I straightened to my full height and met his gaze dead on. I didn’t care who this man was, I wasn’t going to let him try to intimidate me. I didn’t need his approval anyway – and if Angelo thought any different, then he was about to discover how very wrong he was.
    As if knowing what I was thinking, the older man smiled. “Well done, Angelo, my boy. She is a beauty indeed, and she seems to have spirit. And she looks like she could even be part Italian.” I smirked, not taking any great pleasure in passing this test, but I thanked him graciously.
    “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” I whispered after we’d turned away from Giovanni.
    “It was,” replied Angelo. “And from him, it was the highest of praise.”
    I made a noncommittal sound as we all moved to the other side of the room to take our seats for dinner. I wasn’t surprised to find us seated at a table with Jonathan, Rocco, Amanda and Tony, but what did catch me off guard was when Angelo’s little sister Maria took the seat next to me.  “Hi! I’m Maria,” she chirped. “It’s so nice to finally meet you!”
    That caught me off guard. Had Angelo told her about me? “It’s nice to meet you, too,” I replied, in an even tone. As I looked at the woman now, I could see her resemblance to Angelo. When I first saw her, my jealously had clouded my vision, but now I saw she was definitely a feminine version of him – the same dark eyes, the same thick hair.
    First impressions aside, Maria DeSilvo was sweet and sassy, and I enjoyed her company. I found out she was the same age as me, and that she was the manager of DeSilvo’s. Angelo had raised her after their parents died, and they were very close. So close, in fact, that they both took great delight in teasing the other every chance they got. With her on my one side and Angelo on my other, I was plenty entertained throughout the meal.
    The dinner was fabulous, and Tony’s father stood up during the dessert to say a few words. After that, it was Giovanni’s turn. Surprisingly, his speech made me like him more than our first meeting might have suggested. He warmly welcomed Amanda to their family, and even I could see his sincerity – although, still, there was something very frightening about him.
    I could see how well Amanda got along with Tony’s two older brothers and sister. It seemed like she had been worried for nothing. But most of all, I loved seeing the way Tony looked at her with such love.
    Just as I was contemplating love and romance, Angelo leaned over and whispered in my ear. “That look on your face makes my dick hard.”
    My eyebrows shot up. “Behave, you beast,” I scolded him. “You can’t talk like that with your