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"Put down your guns," Seb snaps. "Let’s talk this through without killing each other, shall we?"
"I don’t know, from where I am, a bullet in his thick, fat head seems like a better use of my time than trying to parlay."
"You’re pushing your luck, youtesta di cazzo," Luca growls.
I allow my lips to curl in the semblance of a smile, "Like I said, you are the weak link in this chain. If there’s anyone who will bring down the Sovranos, it’s you, asshole."
Luca’s lips firm; his fingers tighten on his trigger.
I laugh, "You going to shoot me, motherfucker?"
"I am fucking tempted," Luca says in a hard voice.
Massimo glances between us, "Put down the guns, youcoglioni."
Luca winces.
"At some point, I am going to need a translation of the expressions you guys seem to bandy about with such alacrity," I drawl.
"Stand down, both of you." Seb scowls. "This is getting fucking tiring. Let’s talk like adults, so I can head back home."
"What’s the hurry?" I shoot him a sideways glance, "Have someone waiting for you, eh?"
"None of your business," he replies. "Are you guys going to stop acting like irresponsiblefacia di merdaor what?"
"I know whatmerdameans," I mutter.
"Congratulations," Luca snorts, "the only word you understood is the one that translates toshit.Figures."
I eye him with scorn. "What are you, seven? If you are trying to insult me, you could, at least, come up with a better one than that."
"How aboutfetente?" Luca scowls at me. "That’s an improvement, actually. You are more of afetentethan apezzo di merda."
"What the hell doesfetentemean?"
"At least, your accent is good." Massimo nods in my direction.
"Stinking pile of shit,"Luca offers helpfully.
"Like I said, your insults are immature." I shake my head.
"Says the man who pulled the most juvenile stunt of the century." Luca chortles.
"Fuck you, man," I growl. I shouldn’t let his ribbing get to me, but damn, if I can’t feel the skin under my collar grow hot.
"Fuck me?" Luca laughs, "Fuck you, motherfucker."
"So, you do know how to insult in English, eh?"
"Fuck," Seb scowls between us, "lower your guns. Both of you. Right now."
"First you," I snap.
"First you," Luca says at the same time.
"Gesù Cristo, clearly, Luca is not the only hot-headed one in the family anymore," Seb growls.
Luca and I glare at each other for a few seconds, then both of us lower our guns at the same time.
