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I'm usually pretty tolerant of Carmine, but I can feel my anger build at his comment.
"I told you she can be trusted. That should be the end of it," I say.
"You picked this girl up where?" Carmine asks.
"Don't ask questions you already know the answer to," I say.
"At Father Murphy's church. And now, we have Declan O'Leary, second in command of the Irish mafia, accusing the family of his murder. Am I misstating anything?"
"Just get out," I say to him.
He stands. "Watch what you say around this girl," he says to me.
"Watch what you say about her around me," I say through gritted teeth.
Carmine doesn't say anything. He leaves my bedroom and I slam the door behind him.
"Fucking prick," I say under my breath. Not only is he an asshole, but he completely ruined the boner Raven gave me. I was so looking forward to tugging on it real good.
I sigh and walk into the bathroom. I turn on the shower, keeping the water cold.
This evening's been far too hot in a number of ways and I need to cool off.
* * *
I have absolutely zero reason to go to Raven's room. In fact, I have every reasonnotto go to her room. She's a temptation that I cannot seem to pass up and every time I go to her, I end up pushing us into something I regret.
Still, my steps carry me down to her quarters with a lightness in my step. But, before I get there, Enzo stops me in the hallway.
"Teddy," he says, calling out my name.
"Heya, Enzo," I say, covering up the fact that I'd much rather not be talking to him. "Haven't seen you in a while."
Enzo Rossi is one of the highest ranking members of the head table. He was pretty much one of my father's right hand men. It was obvious he was the sort of man that was a looker when he was younger, but these days he's a little heavier and a little more grey than I reckon he'd like to be.
"Been wrapped up in head table stuff," he says.
I cringe. "Sounds pretty terrible. Honestly, I'm happier to not be involved in any of that."
Enzo gives me a bit of a disappointed look. "I know that's your preference, but you do know what your last name is," he says. "It does carry weight and responsibility."
I shrug. "No one's ever wanted me involved in the business side of things before."
"That was before your father was scheduled to be in prison for the next twenty years and your brothers found new lives for themselves."
"Yeah," I say. "I guess that's true. Well, things seem to be moving along as well as ever, so I'll continue to fly under the radar as much as I can."
Enzo sighs and nods his head.
"Will you be at the fundraiser this weekend?" he asks.
"Yeah," I say.
"You seem anxious about something?"
I try and brush it off. "Anxious? Who, me?"
Enzo raises a bushy white eyebrow. "I've known you for a long time, Teddy. Care to share what's really going on?"
