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“Hey, Ezio,” Deidre said, calling him by the character in the video game. “You were killing it on Assassin’s Creed.”
“Patatina also infers a girl is fuckable,” Orlando said. “But don’t worry. She’s just our little badass potato.”
Deidre glanced at Orlando. “I don’t have to go into the city.” She jumped to her feet. “We can go play now.”
“I wish we could,” he said and tugged her hair. “But the boss is a hardass.” He smiled at Marco. “We have to work.”
Deidre flopped back into the chair. “Kill me if I have to spend all day with our mother.”
“Suck it up,” I said to her. “We’ll hit Vintage Brew for cappuccinos.”
Once Marco walked away, I turned to Deidre.
“Tell me the truth. Did something happen between you and those boys?”
She glanced over her shoulder. Mom sat at the table with our dad. “Swear you won’t say anything,” she said to me. “Promise, Ally. I keep all your secrets. You have to keep mine.”
“What did you do?” Deidre was impulsive, but I hoped she wasn’t foolish enough to play with those two. Orlando and Emilio were too beautiful, too tempting, and too fucking dangerous.
Did she not understand what Santino would do to them if he found out they compromised his baby sister? My brother could be volatile. His reactions could be unpredictable especially when it came to opportunity for violence.
“We snuck out last night and went into the city.”
“For what?”
“Weed.”
“They’ve been here for a day. How would they know where to go?”
She chuckled. “Lanny hooked up with a plug on Tinder.”
“He has a Tinder account?” The situation continued to spiral.
“Yes, they both do, but I lifted the keys to the BMW. Someone is always borrowing it so if anyone noticed it was gone, they’d assume Tim or one of the crew took it.” The lilt of her voice revealed just how proud of herself she was. “Then we came back here, got baked, and played GTA.”
“You stole a car to use on a drug buy.” I slapped my hand to my forehead. “You’re crazy.”
“Here she comes,” Deidre said.
Mom picked up her wedding planner. “Come on girls. Get ready to go.”
Twenty minutes later, I’d gone to my room, changed into a casual boho-style dress, slipped on a pair of wedge sandals, and stopped at the door to Marco’s room. I paused, wondering if I should just open the door, or if maybe I should knock.
Mafia men kept their business private. I softly knocked. A moment later, Antonio opened the door.
Marco sat at the table. The top two buttons of his shirt were open, giving me a teasing glimpse of his chest. Emilio sat in a chair with his legs stretched out in front of him and his ankles crossed.
Orlando stopped speaking. Marco’s head barely lifted.
Why couldn’t I breathe? His gaze penetrated me. He made me want…want for every dark seduction promised in those smoldering whiskey-laced eyes. “We’re leaving. I just wanted to say goodbye.”
Marco rose from the chair and crossed the room. “Let me see your phone.”
My fingers trembled as I reached into my purse, unlocked the screen, and handed it over. Standing next to him, the scent of his cologne was like an aphrodisiac. I swallowed and lifted my gaze to his.
“For now, here is my contact information, and Ant’s. Tonight, you’ll need to give Emilio your phone so he can reprogram it and install tracking.”
“I have the find my phone app.”
