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My mind has been blown wide the fuck open. I never in a million years would have guessed that the Manhattan Singer was my man's long lost sister.
I look over to Jefa and she gives me the same wide-eyed look. “Who the hell is she to him and what is Gavriel Renzetti to her?”
I crack up laughing and order some drinks to be broughtover, this story needs alcohol.
“When Twitch was a little boy, his mother and father werekilled leaving him and his sister orphaned. They got separated not long after and he spent most of his childhood in juvenile.” I take a shot of some whiskey and practically spit it out. What the hell is this sweet stuff?
Jefa spins the bottle showing me the label, “Honey Whiskey, babe. I love it.”
I make a face because whiskey isn't supposed to be sweet and deceiving. I can imagine getting a wicked hangover because of it's sugar sweet lies.
I pour another shot because I'm a glutton for limited fun.
“So what happened to his sister?” Jefa asks while eyeing Nico Renzetti across the room. They've been making pretty eyes at each other all night and the whole club is filled with their steamy eye fucking sessions.
“She's a carpenter who works with the zoo animals,” I answer sarcastically, this bitch isn't listening, she's too busy giving Nico a mental blowie.
Proving my suspicions Jefa hits me with, “Damn, that's crazy.”
I pinch her on her ribs, making her squeal and slap at my hand. “What the fuck, Sil! That fucking hurt!”
I can't help it. I start laughing so hard, slapping my hand on the bar with tears running down my face. Oh man, her face was priceless, I think I pinched too hard though.
Damn, I love this whiskey. I don't even feel the sharp pain in my side when she pinches me back, but I'm certain I'll have a massive bruise there later.
“Slut,” I say past my giggles.
“Skank,” Jefa says with a pout.
I throw my arm over her shoulders and tell her everything that happened with Twitch. This time she listens and I'm not sure if it's the liquor getting her emotions all weird but Jefa starts crying.
“Omigod! He found his baby sister! That's so sweet!”
I feel like one of those guys who is trying to comfort a distraught woman they just met. I look around while awkwardly patting her back.
“Dude, chill out. It's a happy story and now he gets to have his sister at the wedding.” That does the trick. Jefa wipes her eyes and completely forgets everything else.
“Yes! The wedding! First let me say, I'm mad at you for not telling me. Second, Twitch says I have full reins on the whole thing.”
I smile at her and nod in agreement. “Yes, you do. As my maid of honor I fully expect you to handle it, but it has to be greaser style. I will not attend if it's some boring traditional shit.”
Jefa cocks a brow, “You won't attend your own wedding?”
“If I don't hear punk music or see pinup bridesmaid dresses? No, I will not show up. We'll just elope.”
Jefa takes out her tablet. I can see the gears spinning in her head.
“Fine with me. Okay, let's go window shopping tomorrow and start looking at some venues!”
We spend the rest of the night wedding planning and drinking. Before leaving with his brother Drake, Nico comes over to congratulate me on my engagement. I don't know how he knows but I'm guessing he found out through the grapevine. I've gotten well wishers all night and drinks have been bought for me, though I don't think I'll be drinking anymore with the way I'm sucking on this honey liquor.
Tomorrow is not going to be fun.
Twitch has been in the back office all night with his sister and Gavriel. I don’t mind it. He’s been searching for that girl since he moved here eight years ago and there’s not a chance in hell I’ll ruin the moment for him and her. Watching them connect on stage shattered my heart and glued the pieces back together. I’m so incredibly happy for them.
“Alright, babe. I gotta go, I got meetingsy más.”And more. “So give Twitch a hug for me and call me when you get home.” Jefa’s slurred voice touches my ear and brings me out of my thoughts.
The club is closed but Jefa and I have been polishing off this bottle. Marco Renzetti and a redheaded girl are fooling around in a corner booth and with the sounds they’ve been making, I’ve been too afraid to look at them. I’d throw a bottle at them if I saw his naked ass pounding into the girl.
