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“Or so you say. You heard me. There will be no warning next time.”
He turns around. The woman looks at all of us individually, promises of chaos in her dark-green stare. She winks at Rachel before turning her back and leaving.
“Who the fuck was that girl?” I huff, relief relaxing my shoulders as I watch their car leave.
“That was Lucky. Vito’s personal enforcer.”
“She’s kinda hot,” I murmur more to myself. “Oh my god, am I becoming straight?”
“Doesn’t matter if you are,” Sam chuckles. “She is one hundred percent team women.”
“Ah, I did get the lesbo vibe,” I nod.
“Did you…Did you just saylesbo,” Rachel snaps.
Wincing, I pinch my lips. “I’m sorry. That was out of place. Sometimes some of my lesbian friends and I use shit terms as a joke. Just ‘cause we’re queer.”
“I’m not yourfriend,” she spits. “You don’t know what my personal experience is, and being queer doesn’t give you the right to use derogatory terms with me. So, get the word lesbo out of your vocabulary. Like yesterday,” she snaps.
I nod and apologize once more. She relaxes and shakes her head. “Just be careful next time, please. Being queer is a different experience for everyone. I don’t know yours, and you don’t know mine.”
I grab her hand, looking straight into her eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that? Fuck, you really are. Don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise.”
She rolls her eyes and pushes me away playfully. “Stop it, will you?”
I take a step back but don’t release her hand.
“Anyway, not every lesbian is a cold bitch with a gun,” she scolds me playfully. “Don’t be so annoying.”
“Between Rose and her, could have fooled me,” I tease her.
Despite her trying to get away from me, I grab her by the waist and pull her to me, grabbing her cheeks in one hand and pressing until her lips are pouting. “Look at that big pout. I’m just joking, baby. I could never forget about my favorite lesbian with a soft heart and no idea how to use any sort of weapon.”
Letting her go, I turn to Sam. “Why does Vito Luciano ever hire you if he has a personal enforcer?”
“Why, because no one is as good as me, of course. Let’s go.”
During the ride back to Maryland, I sit in the front. Rachel is in the middle seat, in the back, her phone vibrating on repeat every minute or so. Sam is ever so silent, probably thinking of all the ways he’ll kill Aleksei and Viktor when he finds them.
“Are you in trouble with the Lucianos now?” My man can be quiet all he wants, but he knows it won’t stop me from going headfirst into the topics he wants to avoid.
“It’s fine,” he brushes me off. He runs his knuckles against his jaw, and I wrap a hand at the back of his neck, softly massaging the tension.
Rachel’s phone vibrates again, and she declines whoever is calling right away.
“Vito seemed pretty pissed,” I insist. “I bet you would be too if someone had put my life in danger.”
Buzz, buzz.I try to ignore the sound of the nth call Rachel is getting and focus on Sam.
“So, you’re sure it was Viktor and not Aleksei? He sent you a clear warning, Sam. You need to take it seriously.” I focus on him and not the annoying sound.
Buzz, buzz.
“Just pick up the bloody phone, Rachel!” my boyfriend finally snaps. He turns to her for a split second before going back to the road.
“It’s Conor,” she murmurs, fear in her voice, and trembling through the vowels.
“Is he only calling now?” I ask her suspiciously. “You didn’t come back the whole night, and he starts worrying the day after?”
