“Take me to your place, Max. Please?” He sighs heavily. “I can’t, Joey.” “Why not?” “Because you’re Joey. Lorenzo and Dante would never forgive me.” “You can screw me in an alleyway and finger bang me on the back of your motorcycle, and that’s okay? But spending the night with me is crossing the line?” Pain flashes across his face for a split second before his brow furrows with annoyance. “Joey,” he pleads.
