She tilts her head, staring at me, confused. “I’m sorry?”
“I heard you were dropping out of Great Falls. What’s your plan?”
Sophia folds her arms across her chest. “Not that it’s any of your business, I already have a job lined up.”
“Do you?” I hadn’t seen her so much as go out on an interview. “What’s the gig?” I’m not sure that I believe her.
“I’m working for Dante Ricci.”
Bristol tears her gaze away from the laptop and to Sophia. “Isn’t that Luca’s father?”
The girl is sweet, innocent, has no idea that Dante is mafia. She doesn’t know that about any of us, except for Liam, and he doesn’t exactly follow in his father’s footsteps.
“It is,” I say and clear my throat, trying to steer the conversation away from Dante. I return my attention back to Sophia. I consider her a sister, just like Nova was to Luca. Well, except I’m sleeping with Nova. I have zero intention of doing that with Sophia.
“I start this afternoon. I’m just enjoying my last few hours of freedom.” Sophia smirks.
“What’s the job?” Bristol asks.
I really wish Bristol would stop with the questions. I glare at her, but Sophia answers anyway, ignoring me.
Does she not realize that Bristol is clueless about the family?
It’s better to keep her in the dark.
Safer for her.
For everyone.
“Oh, I’m working at the bar he owns, Bloody Rogue. Hell of a name, am I right?” Sophia asks with a laugh. “I’d have gone for something a bit sexier like Pour Decisions.”
I don’t comment on how the name is a literal threat to anyone who crosses him. Is Sophia oblivious to the work Dante does? Her own father is mafia; she ought to know the kind of man he is.
Bristol smiles and shrugs. “There are worse names. I mean it could be called Get Hammered.”
I snort and shake my head. “You all are too much.” I point at Bristol. “Get back to your studies.
“I’m actually filling out an application to transfer here for next semester.” She smiles sheepishly, her nose crinkling.
My eyes widen, surprised. Liam hadn’t mentioned it to me, but we’d both been pretty busy yesterday and again this morning at the gym, getting ready for this week’s hockey game.
“Don’t worry. I’ll live in the dorms,” Bristol says and cackles. “You should see the look on your face.”
“Hey, that’s between you and Liam where you live.” I hold my hands up in the air. “I’m not getting involved in that mess.”
Sophia laughs. “That mess? You mean their relationship?”
I nod vigorously. “You guys are this love/hate spectacle. I don’t want to be around when you both start wanting to kill each other again.”
Bristol opens her mouth slowly, her cheeks burning. “How did you know about that?”
“Liam can’t keep a secret to save his life,” I say.
I’m thrilled when Nova arrives home and I show her the letter, practically bragging that I’m in the clear.
Her expression is much more somber.
“You’re on probation?” Her mouth drops. “That’s hardly fair!”
