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You can’t ever count on a man, but you can always count on the poison that will kill him…or whatever that saying is.
“That’s what my best friend back home calls my little concoctions—potions, like I’m some witch here to steal your soul.”
I offer a new trinket for her to add to her collection of gizmos and gadgets, and she melts.
“You’re a man, honey. I’m afraid there’s nothing special about any of you.”
“Sounds like you haven’t met the right man.” She smiles back, and her eyes dance with mirth. “Sounds like something the wrong man would say.”
That’s the thing about grief, I guess. It steals the air from your lungs just as you’ve finally figured out how to breathe.
“You better brush up on your history, piccola sirena, because those are my terms.”
“Watch your mouth,” he says slowly, his New York accent coming through strong, dropping the r and elongating the vowels. “You won’t disrespect yourself to me.”
“You are my best friend, Short Stack,”
“And you’re a good little guppy.”
Because fuck her if she thinks I’ll allow her to disappear with another man on her arm when she came here with me.
“What do you think the chances are that Pops lets me cancel this wedding?” I finally blurt. Gio’s silent. I roll my eyes and lean my head back to stare up at the sky, squinting from the sun. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
Better? Yes. Something my pops will approve of? Fuck no.
Her eyes snap to mine, and she laughs, running a hand through her hair, snagging on the ends when she gets caught in a tangle. She frowns down at it and tries to pick it apart with her fingers, and when that doesn’t work, she reaches out, grabs one of the silverware roll-ups, and undoes it, taking a fork and using it to comb through the ends.
“I have a brush you can use.”
“Why? This dingle thing works just fine.”
I don’t know who this is, but I know she doesn’t want him here, and if she were mine, I’d stand up, grip this sleazy fuck by the neck, and throw him overboard just to make her happy.
Beat her like my dad used to beat my mom, just so she can experience a fraction of hardship in her life.
“I can take care of myself,”
“I know. But just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.”
“In a different life…” I pause, emotion suddenly clogging my throat. “I’d love you out loud.”
In a different life… But in this one? I’m bound by the Mafia and a woman I’ll never love.
Kiss the girl.
I’m finally kissing the woman I’m in love with. The realization hits me like a ball against a baseball bat. Goddamn. I love her.
“Enzo.”
“I need your help,” she says.
“Anything you want, piccola sirena, and it’s yours.” I press another kiss to her hand. “Want me to burn his kingdom to the ground?”
“I want to burn him to the ground and take his kin...
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“Then let’s make you queen of the ashes.”
“I’m talking about the fact the woman you’re fucking is the one who killed your brother.”
Fisher is still standing silently next to my pookies’ aquarium with his head hanging, his hands in his pockets. He really is nothing but a pathetic guppy.
“Sweet Cousin, that’s what I do. Getting things done? I live for it.”
“And honestly, consider this a mercy. You may not have your voice, and I’m definitely not giving you any of the family fortune. But you still have your…looks.” I lean in close. “That pretty face of yours should get you far.”
