Chapter 162

**Fourteen years later…**

**Sloane**

“Mateo!”

My voice cuts through the hallway, sharp enough to shake the walls. “Can you hurry up? Ronan is leaving for the meeting with the Italians in less than ten minutes!”

From somewhere upstairs comes a lazy yell back. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, sissy!”

The way he says it, drawn out and teasing, makes me roll my eyes. Some things never change. I wipe my hands