It had only taken a few days to make arrangements for the trip to lake, the hardest part of which was keeping their destination secret. Matt had taken all the precautions he could, but he couldn't control everything. He'd decided it was best to take their leave under cover of darkness, in hopes they could get out of Vegas without notice. Matt had called in advance to let her know he was on his way, but was well after dark when the knock came at the door of Adriana's apartment announcing his arrival.
There was a minute of silence - the heavy kind of silence that suggested his presence was being checked via cameras. Then came the sound of locks being undone, and the door opened just a crack to reveal Danny scowling out at him. The bodyguard checked the hall before stepping back to allow Matteo to enter what appeared to be a surprisingly modest apartment for one in this building, decorated tastefully in neutral hues with the occasional splash of color. Closing the door, Danny grunted in acknowledgment.
"Girls are past those doors," he said, gesturing to a pair of double doors that were clearly the delineated line between family and staff areas.
Matteo could sense the man's animosity, but he wasn't there to make friends; he was there to do whatever he had to keep Adriana and her sister safe, even if that meant marriage. "I know you don't trust me," he told her bodyguard, "but we want the same thing. We just have different ways of going about it."
"Due respect," Danny said in a low rumble, "you're not my boss. She's my boss. I don't gotta trust you until you prove it." He had a point; loyalty was earned, especially in this underworld of theirs, and while he had the safety of two young women in his hands, he was not taking risks.
"But you do have to obey orders," Matteo reminded him, not bothering to point out who gave the orders. It was not him, of course - not to her boys - but Adriana had agreed to this crazy plan, and that should have been the end of it.
"Orders are orders." Danny shrugged. "Do right by her, we won't have any problems. Mess her up, and you and me are gonna take a walk."
Matt might have laughed at that threat if he didn't realize how serious the other man was about it. "Orders are orders," he told the man, subtly letting him know that they were both in similar situations where that was concerned. "I will do right by her. You have my word."
Danny nodded. "I got your back," he countered, though the implication was clear - Matt was only protected so long as he protected Adriana and her sister. He jerked his head toward the double doors. "Free to go in."
Matt understood that statement for what it was - both a promise and a threat. Danny had his back, so long as he kept his word, but as soon as he didn't, he'd just as quickly stab him in the back. He wasn't worried though; he had no intention of breaking his promises. If anything, he was a man of his word.
"Nice talking to you," he remarked as he continued on and rapped his knuckles against the double doors.
"Come in," a voice called as Danny stepped back - not Adriana, but a younger voice that no doubt belonged to her younger sister. Leonora was sitting on the floor of a comfortable living room, homework spread out on the coffee table in front of her as she took notes.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, realizing with an ironic shock that if he'd been one of Pugliani's boys, Adriana and her sister would have just been given to him on a silver platter. It had been almost too easy, but he wasn't, thank God - if you believed in that sort of thing. "You must be Leonora," he said.
The teenager looked up, tilting her head as she considered him. "You're Matt, huh?" she countered boldly. "You better not upset my sister. She's so stressed, you can play her like a guitar right now."
He found himself smiling at the girl's remark, despite the obvious tension. "I've already been warned," he confessed, jerking his thumb at the door to indicate the bodyguard on the other side. He looked at the books and papers spread out in front of her. "You take school pretty seriously, huh?"
She put down her pencil, resting her chin on her hand as she, too, looked at the books spread out around her. "Addie says if I graduate, I can get out of all this," she said with a half-shrug. "I don't get it, though. She graduated and went to college and she's still in it up to her neck."
Addie, Matt echoed in his head, filing that nickname away in his mind for later. He frowned a little at her remark though. How did you explain that to a teenager" "What did she go to college for?" he asked, curiously.
"Computer Sciences," Nora informed him easily enough, straightening her posture to start gathering together her books and notes. "She's real good with computers. Hey, is it true you're getting married?"
That much made sense. It occurred to him suddenly how little he knew about his intended and how little time he'd been given to get to know her, but it couldn't be helped. "That's the plan," he said, though he didn't look overly happy about it.
"So you're, like, my big brother now?" the teen asked, rising to her feet with an armful of books and notepads. She grinned at him in a way that suggested either answer he could give might result in more than a few friendly pranks.
"Not yet, but soon," he said, arching a brow at the look on her face. "Should I be worried?" he asked, wondering just what was going through that pretty head of hers.
"No." The grin didn't slip, though. "I'll go pack all this away and grab my bag. Addie'll be out in a second." She headed for another door that appeared to lead into a short hallway, her voice floating back to him with, "Hey, Addie, your tall-dark-and-handsome is here!"
Matteo rolled his eyes at the announcement of his arrival. She sure wasn't subtle, that was certain. He quietly moved around the room, looking at this and that, photos and whatnot, just to pass the time and maybe find a few clues about what make his future wife tick.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, there were three laptops in the main room and a desktop computer set up with two towers and three monitors, various external drives and hubs attached via USB. The chair was of a strange design, having no back to it, and a sort of odd little stool part above what looked like a badly shaped seat. There were photographs scattered about the living room - pictures mostly of Adriana and Leonora growing up. Their father rarely made an appearance, and their mothers, not at all. A couple of novels had been left by the couch; fantasy and romance, escapism at its finest. And there was a white board on the wall, covered in notes written in two hands. Notes about homework, appointments, chores, and an interesting little thread of increasingly imaginative insults alternating between the two writing styles.
There was a minute of silence - the heavy kind of silence that suggested his presence was being checked via cameras. Then came the sound of locks being undone, and the door opened just a crack to reveal Danny scowling out at him. The bodyguard checked the hall before stepping back to allow Matteo to enter what appeared to be a surprisingly modest apartment for one in this building, decorated tastefully in neutral hues with the occasional splash of color. Closing the door, Danny grunted in acknowledgment.
"Girls are past those doors," he said, gesturing to a pair of double doors that were clearly the delineated line between family and staff areas.
Matteo could sense the man's animosity, but he wasn't there to make friends; he was there to do whatever he had to keep Adriana and her sister safe, even if that meant marriage. "I know you don't trust me," he told her bodyguard, "but we want the same thing. We just have different ways of going about it."
"Due respect," Danny said in a low rumble, "you're not my boss. She's my boss. I don't gotta trust you until you prove it." He had a point; loyalty was earned, especially in this underworld of theirs, and while he had the safety of two young women in his hands, he was not taking risks.
"But you do have to obey orders," Matteo reminded him, not bothering to point out who gave the orders. It was not him, of course - not to her boys - but Adriana had agreed to this crazy plan, and that should have been the end of it.
"Orders are orders." Danny shrugged. "Do right by her, we won't have any problems. Mess her up, and you and me are gonna take a walk."
Matt might have laughed at that threat if he didn't realize how serious the other man was about it. "Orders are orders," he told the man, subtly letting him know that they were both in similar situations where that was concerned. "I will do right by her. You have my word."
Danny nodded. "I got your back," he countered, though the implication was clear - Matt was only protected so long as he protected Adriana and her sister. He jerked his head toward the double doors. "Free to go in."
Matt understood that statement for what it was - both a promise and a threat. Danny had his back, so long as he kept his word, but as soon as he didn't, he'd just as quickly stab him in the back. He wasn't worried though; he had no intention of breaking his promises. If anything, he was a man of his word.
"Nice talking to you," he remarked as he continued on and rapped his knuckles against the double doors.
"Come in," a voice called as Danny stepped back - not Adriana, but a younger voice that no doubt belonged to her younger sister. Leonora was sitting on the floor of a comfortable living room, homework spread out on the coffee table in front of her as she took notes.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, realizing with an ironic shock that if he'd been one of Pugliani's boys, Adriana and her sister would have just been given to him on a silver platter. It had been almost too easy, but he wasn't, thank God - if you believed in that sort of thing. "You must be Leonora," he said.
The teenager looked up, tilting her head as she considered him. "You're Matt, huh?" she countered boldly. "You better not upset my sister. She's so stressed, you can play her like a guitar right now."
He found himself smiling at the girl's remark, despite the obvious tension. "I've already been warned," he confessed, jerking his thumb at the door to indicate the bodyguard on the other side. He looked at the books and papers spread out in front of her. "You take school pretty seriously, huh?"
She put down her pencil, resting her chin on her hand as she, too, looked at the books spread out around her. "Addie says if I graduate, I can get out of all this," she said with a half-shrug. "I don't get it, though. She graduated and went to college and she's still in it up to her neck."
Addie, Matt echoed in his head, filing that nickname away in his mind for later. He frowned a little at her remark though. How did you explain that to a teenager" "What did she go to college for?" he asked, curiously.
"Computer Sciences," Nora informed him easily enough, straightening her posture to start gathering together her books and notes. "She's real good with computers. Hey, is it true you're getting married?"
That much made sense. It occurred to him suddenly how little he knew about his intended and how little time he'd been given to get to know her, but it couldn't be helped. "That's the plan," he said, though he didn't look overly happy about it.
"So you're, like, my big brother now?" the teen asked, rising to her feet with an armful of books and notepads. She grinned at him in a way that suggested either answer he could give might result in more than a few friendly pranks.
"Not yet, but soon," he said, arching a brow at the look on her face. "Should I be worried?" he asked, wondering just what was going through that pretty head of hers.
"No." The grin didn't slip, though. "I'll go pack all this away and grab my bag. Addie'll be out in a second." She headed for another door that appeared to lead into a short hallway, her voice floating back to him with, "Hey, Addie, your tall-dark-and-handsome is here!"
Matteo rolled his eyes at the announcement of his arrival. She sure wasn't subtle, that was certain. He quietly moved around the room, looking at this and that, photos and whatnot, just to pass the time and maybe find a few clues about what make his future wife tick.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, there were three laptops in the main room and a desktop computer set up with two towers and three monitors, various external drives and hubs attached via USB. The chair was of a strange design, having no back to it, and a sort of odd little stool part above what looked like a badly shaped seat. There were photographs scattered about the living room - pictures mostly of Adriana and Leonora growing up. Their father rarely made an appearance, and their mothers, not at all. A couple of novels had been left by the couch; fantasy and romance, escapism at its finest. And there was a white board on the wall, covered in notes written in two hands. Notes about homework, appointments, chores, and an interesting little thread of increasingly imaginative insults alternating between the two writing styles.