Page 110 of Worth of Waste

It was on the way to Dino’s home, and he didn’t actually have a reason to refuse, except to be an asshole.

“Fine, but don’t touch shit in my car.”

Dean didn’t listen to Dino’s one demand.

Dino made a couple of stops—once at a corner store for gas, and another at the store closer to his house for a bottle of wine he planned to open up for Lily tomorrow morning. Each time Dino got back inside his Bentley, Dean had turned the fucking radio station off Dino’s favorite one and onto some whining country station.

“If you touch my radio one more time,” Dino threatened, “I’ll break your fingers off and shove them down your throat.”

Dean’s brow flew high. “Sorry, man.”

Dino had one last stop to make before he dropped Dean off, and that was to mail something off to his lawyer at the post office. The place was closed, but he’d already readied the envelope with the needed stamps, so he just shoved it in the slot, knowing the workers would mail it first thing in the morning. He wouldn’t have time for it tomorrow.

Sure enough, when Dino got back in his car, Dean had turned the radio station again.

This time, Dino didn’t threaten the kid.

But he didn’t like that Dean seemed as if he was purposely trying to piss him off, either.

He dropped Dean off at his father’s without so much as a “fuck off” and headed to his own home, going twenty over the legal limit. Theo’s cherry-red Stingray was parked in the driveway, freshly painted, it seemed.

He must have finally gotten his car fixed after Dino had littered it with bullets that day in the Trentini driveway, although, Theo didn’t know it was his brother who had done that. He just assumed he knew things. Dino didn’t confirm or deny.

Surprisingly, Theo was sitting on the front stoop, instead of inside where he usually was.

“Finally figured out what an emergency is and is not, huh?” Dino asked.

Theo shrugged. “Nice night, actually.”

“Where’s Lily?”

“Out with Abriella, I think.”

Wonderful.

“She better not come home drunk,” Dino said more to himself. “She’s getting married tomorrow.”

“Let her have fun.”

“Yes, because you won’t be the one dragging her from the bathroom tomorrow morning.”

Theo didn’t deny it. “What took you so long to get home? I know what time you left the club. I made it here before you did.”

“Made a couple stops. Oh, and that fucking tool—Artino’s kid—needed a drive home.”

Theo frowned. “What?”

“Dean. He wanted me to drive him home.”

“I asked him if he needed a drive tonight, Dino. He said no.”

Dino’s hand froze against the deadbolt lock just as he had started to slide the key in. “You asked him and he said no.”

It wasn’t even a question.

“Right before you came out. I knew you were leaving, so I was going for the night, too. Big day tomorrow. I always ask if he needs a way home, just in case. This is the first time all month he didn’t go with me.”

Yet, he had gone with Dino.