Page 58 of Matteo
“But your parents said they’ll find a way out of that stupid arranged marriage,” I pointed out.
“But theyhaven’t.”
“Yet.” My uncle Luca wasn’t the giving-up type.
“They should have thought twice about the arrangement.” Amara crossed her arms over her chest, the wordsLook away, mofoon her shirt staring back at us. “I couldtake careof Enzo Marchetti.”
Translation: kill him. Amara was way too optimistic for her own good.
“Stop it.” Anya obviously felt the same as me, nudging Amara with her shoulder. “The Marchettis aren’t to be messed around with.”
Hannah shot her a pointed look.
“Exactly why Enzo Marchetti should be—” My twin made a motion of slicing her throat, and I shook my head.
“Stop,” I scolded my sister. “Just think of the repercussions. If the Marchettis blame Uncle Luca, they’ll come after him, and Dad will get involved. Think it through. It puts us all in danger.”
Hannah rolled her eyes, ready to start bickering again, but a commotion at the bar drew her attention. We all followed her gaze and my mouth parted in shock. Gianna had one of the pricks in a chokehold while Francesca held a bottle of vodka over his face.
“Repeat that now?” My baby sister shoved her knee into his back, then shared a glance with Francesca. “Whenever you’re ready, Franny.”
Francesca flipped her red hair back and started pouring vodka into his mouth.
The girls and I shared a glance.
“Franny?” I murmured, the gurgling sounds mixing with the music overhead. “Since when do we call her that?”
“We don’t. I suggested once we should shorten her name and she hated the idea,”Skye signed.
“Are you two sane?” Hannah asked.
A set of brown and violet eyes lifted to us, grinning as they said, “Totally,” then went back to their business.
“Not so brave now, are we?” Gianna continued to threaten the drunk boy. “If you ever threaten a woman with rape, I’m going to find you and tear you to pieces.”
“Fuck, what happened to our baby sister?” Hannah muttered.
“Maybe she’s possessed,” Amara offered.
“Or maybe she’s as badass as her sisters,” Anya remarked, sipping from her cup. “The world is as it should be.”
I narrowed my eyes on Gianna.
“Gianna—” I started but lost my voice when her eyes met mine. There was more to her behavior than teaching a boy a lesson. Her hands trembled and she wore a daunting expression. I shared a glance with Hannah, who had been observing our sister with the same worried expression.
“I need this. Okay?”
I shifted to go to her when Hannah’s hand reached out and stopped me. “Let her. I’ll keep an eye on her.”
“She’s been seeing her therapist, right?” I asked quietly, and my sister nodded.
“This whole thing is messed up,” Penelope commented, chewing on her bottom lip.
“Them teaching that guy a lesson?” I asked, unsure what she was referring to.
“No, not that. The fact that I cannot get a dick to stay alive long enough to…” Her face turned crimson. “You know.”
“Well, you should at least be able to say fuck if you want to get to that stage,” Hannah pointed out. When we all groaned, she continued, “I’m sorry, but it’s true.”
