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"Cesare. Really?" The man at knifepoint sighed. "Fuck, he's a whore." “Yeah, we should get him a vasectomy for Father’s Day.” A guy laughed loudly. “You know, if he wasn’t a giant piece of shit.”
"You think that old man is still pumping loads into bitches? You gotta be fucking kidding me!"
"No, some unknown. Cesare can't wrap it up apparently," Harlow added.
"Har, taking on a Vitale bastard is a lot." I shrugged at Benito. "Full offense, your whole bloodline is a chaotic mess."
“Okay, but just to be clear about the Harlow being calm thing, you’re agreeing with me, right?” The man shook his head. "Are you trying to get me stabbed?"
"Can you say without a doubt Gin doesn't do things with that hammer?" Benito's mouth opened and closed without another word.
Too bad he’s a Vitale. I'd rather dip my nuts in boiling water than get involved with them.
People walked around us, no doubt imagining all the drugs we were on. Unfortunately, I was too fucking sober for the day.
"It smells like a whorehouse in here. Have you just been doing drugs all day?" "I'm pretty sure it is a whore house," I muttered.
Quincy glared. "What the hell is your problem?" I grinned. "Mommy issues. Daddy issues." I shrugged. “So many problems.”
"At least you're smart there." "I feel like you're insulting me." "Oh, I definitely was."
"Do you think I fucking know? What do I look like, a doctor?" "Hey, don't get spicy on me motherfucker," Harlow snapped.
What I'd expected was whiskey or something dignified, but instead the taste of Jӓger hit my tongue and I nearly doubled over. "God, he's dramatic," Harlow said. "I'm starting to question if he's actually a Vitale. Gin and Paolo love this stuff." "Clearly, he can't hang," Harlow said.
"What kind of romance novel shit is happening over there?" Gin laughed.
"Un altro fratello che pensa di essere intelligente." A heavy sigh filled the car as Benito continued to mudder in Italian. "Idiota. Perché io?" I chuckled. "He's with me." "What did he say?" Blake asked. "Said you're the best little brother in the world and he can't wait to buy you cake."
"Another brother who thinks he's smart. Idiot. Why me?"
I smiled at the mention of my lunatic friend's antics. "You married the psycho." "Forced marriage," he grunted. "Not the second time."
They were in some kind of silent battle of wills. Cool, great, I loved that for them.
"Yeah." I gave him a smile as my confidence returned. "But I'm good at insane."
You have every right to get to know that the man's a bastard on your own terms.
Being a parent isn't easy. You have to schedule murder and what not."
"Behave?" Harlow rolled his eyes. "I already promised Quincy I'd be on my worst behavior."
"Is he dead?" We looked down at Daiki and then back at Minato. "Nah, he's just taking a little nap. You know, studies show that losing blood helps with insomnia. Want to join in on the study?"
