“She’s beautiful, D. What do you expect?” “I expect respect,” he countered. “You treat her like a piece of meat, amico, and I’ll let her treat you the same.” When they both looked at me, I raised a haughty brow at Frankie. “Next time ‘you look beautiful, Elena’ would suffice better than a catcall, Francesco.” He bit the edge of his smile as he saluted me. “Aye aye, Donna.”
