Nixon
He’s going to be like a dog with a bone, isn’t he?
Enzo
Jesus fucking Christ. Here we go.
I have to go…
Sully
Liar. You just don’t want to confirm or deny.
No, I absolutely do not want to fuck my client.
Sully
Hmm. I smell a liar.
I am a liar.
Trust me, I don’t even want to be around this woman. Taking her on as a client was the last thing I wanted to do, but I couldn’t say no.
Nixon
When can you get rid of her?
When the ink is dry.
I really do need to go, though. I have a meeting.
Not really, but my apartment building is now within view, and this group chat is doing nothing to ease my headache. I watch the last few messages come through until the cab driver pulls up to the curb again, and I pocket my phone, shaking my head as I get out.
Sully
Fine. See you guys tonight.
Enzo
Later.
Sly
I will see you all at seven. Luciano, have a good weekend, amico.
CHAPTER SIX
Bastard.
I slam the door to my penthouse behind me as I breeze past the threshold, feeling utterly defeated and soangrywith the man I’ve held on a pedestal for years. It’s been hours, and I’m still livid over the exchange with Luciano earlier.
It’s my own fault for holding him to such a high standard. For thinking he’d help me.
I should have known better than to think he’d be the one to get me out of this mess.
Over the years, he’s shown small glimpses of kindness, but for the most part, Luciano has always been cool and indifferent toward me.
I’mthe one with the crush. It’s my own fault for thinking he’s someone he clearly isn’t.
