Antique Love

Chapter 11

A/N: Thank you all for your patience in my getting this chapter out and about. My poor beta has been sick with bronchitis and wasn't able to get me the chapter last week. Hopefully, you can forgive us.

Anyway, a huge thanks to all of you for reading/reviewing. I love hearing your thoughts on the chapters.

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Some people was all I could think of as I listened to this bitch run her mouth. I barely had to ask her anything about the Volterra Corporation or her husband because she was willing to tell me anything and everything especially once her husband left to take a phone call.

"So he collects coins?" I asked after she'd mentioned that he had a room dedicated to antiques and coins.

"Oh, yeah," she said with a slightly bored tone to her voice. "I don't understand the appeal of collecting them, but whatever."

"Yeah, I don't get it either," I agreed which was partially true. I didn't quite get the appeal of coins or snuff boxes but to each their own.

Thinking that she'd found an ally in me, she began to really talk about how much it drove her crazy. I looked over her shoulder at Edward, rolling my eyes slightly, and he smirked before pointing toward the hallway that housed the bathrooms. I gave him a nod and watched as he walked away before turning my attention back to the vapid blonde in front of me.

"The man has become obsessed with some stupid coin that he just has to have," she said, her voice filled with disgust.

"What kind of coin?" I asked her, and this time, my interest in what she had to say was genuine.

"Some kind of hair dollar. The stupid thing costs a shit ton of money that I'd much prefer be spent on me. I mean, really? Who spends millions of dollars on a fucking coin? Now, I can understand spending millions on clothes or a house, but a coin? It's ridiculous."

I thought she was ridiculous. I couldn't imagine spending millions of dollars on clothes, but then again, I didn't have a million dollars and probably never would.

"Maybe you could ask Edward to look around for the coin?" she suggested. "I'd ask himself, but I'm pretty sure he's still heartbroken over our break-up."

I stared at her with an incredulous look on my face. What about my man screamed that he was still torn up over her?

"Sure, I can do that," I told her although there was no need since her husband's crony had already done that.

"Are you sure your husband hasn't asked Edward already?"

She looked startled by my question.

"Why would he? He doesn't know who Edward is or what he does."

I debated on whether or not to bring up Demitri Voltaire and the fact that he'd been asking Edward about the coin, but I was distracted by Edward coming back from the bathroom.

He was halfway to me when a man stepped in front of him and blocked my view. From this far away, I couldn't see who it was, but something about his body language set off alarms in my head.

Excusing myself from the self-absorbed Tanya, I made my way toward Edward and noticed that the man in front of him had a firm grip on Edward's arm.

"Is there a problem, gentlemen?" I asked in a quiet voice, and the man who was holding onto Edward let go.

"Certo che, no!" the man said in what I assumed was Italian.