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“Shut up the both of you. I’m trying to concentrate here.” She turns to me. “What happened, Dante?”
I hold my shoulder toward her. “I got shot.”
She shakes her head and lets out a long breath. “One of you is always getting freaking shot or stabbed or some shit. When will you call me and ask if I’d like to do something pleasant, like watch a movie or buy me dinner or something nice like that?”
“I’ll buy you a whole fucking restaurant if you tell me there’s nothing stuck in my shoulder,” I complain.
“We don’t do nice, Sage,” Fynn says. “You know that by now.”
She scoffs. “You do plenty of nice things for other chicks.”
He smirks. “Oh, I can make nice, baby cakes, but you won’t let me. Anyway, I didn’t know you wanted me like that anymore.”
She makes a disgusted face, even though we both know that Fynn is the most handsome out of all of us. He’s always pulled the most chicks.
“Trust me, I don’t.”
He taps his chin thoughtfully. “You sure? Kinda sounded like you wanted me to take you on a date.”
I know my brother, he’s deflecting. He just learned some terrible information about Sage, and he’s making jokes. This is my brother.
She takes a syringe out of her medical bag and fills it with some liquid. “That’s what you got from that?”
“Please don’t make the woman who’s about to stab me with a needle mad,” I say to my brother. “For fuck’s sake.”
She smiles at me, her eyes softening. “This will be just a little prick.”
“He’s heard that before,” Fynn laughs as we both roll our eyes.
Sage has been like a sister to me as long as I can remember. Even though we don’t catch up very much, I’ve always been in her corner. She’s nice. And she’s also not afraid of any of us. Angelo respects her immensely, which is not something I see often, so it says a lot. She made something of herself, and I’m proud of her. So is Fynn.
And I love it when she gives Fynn shit. That’s just an added bonus. They used to be close but they’ve moved even further apart as the years have moved on.
“You’re so mature, Fynn,” she mocks.
“Some things never change, baby cakes.”
I see the worry in his eyes, even if she doesn’t.
“You know I hate that nickname, always have.”
“That’s why I use it.”
She cleans my wound, examining it, then gently eases the needle into my shoulder.
“I rest my case. You’ll always find a way to annoy me.”
“Hey, I resent that. My ego suffers whenever I see you these days, as well as my manhood.”
“Your ego is far larger than your dick, Fynn,” she replies.
Oh shit.I roll my lips.
Fynn’s eyes go wide. “Nice.”
She snorts a laugh. “So serious. It was a joke…”
Fynn shifts in his chair. “We both know that’s not true.”
