Page 98 of Matteo
“It’s not my party,” I said dryly, downing my drink, the bitter taste trickling down my throat.
“You and the Vitales always know how to make normally boring-ass shit exciting,” he continued, completely disregarding my remark. “I’m sorry I missed the broken nose.”
Luciano glared at him. “His nose is not broken.”
“And the boy said he ran into Arianna’s… hand. So it was an accident.” Why in the fuck was I even commenting on this shit? I actually wished she’d broken Matteo’s nose.
Sasha snickered. “I’m sure he ran intosomething.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Is there surveillance footage I could see of the event?” Sasha asked, completely ignoring me. “Some popcorn and a movie would be good right about now.”
“Fuck. You.” Luciano’s hand twitched and I suspected he wanted to reach for his gun as much as I did.
Sasha turned to look at me. “By the way, I heard Nikola and your daughter might date.”
“Over my dead body,” I gritted.
“If my daughter ever even looks at any Russian, I’m going to kill the motherfucker,” Luca muttered. And that meant something coming from him because he knew how to egg people on. If he couldn’t handle goddamned Russians, I certainly wouldn’t.
“Tell Nikola to stay the fuck away,” I warned him. “Fromallmy daughters.”
I liked the fucking kid, but as a distant acquaintance, not a son-in-law. I could already imagine how our Thanksgivings and Christmases would go. I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“You can’t stop love,” Sasha drawled, smiling like a shark. “When Cupid’s arrow hits you?—”
“You better worry about my bullet more than anything.”
“Where is your wife?” Luciano growled, chiming in. “Shouldn’t you be with her and your kids?”
Sasha lifted his legs up and set them on the coffee table, making the whole thing rattle under his weight. “Nah, they’re good, thanks for asking though.” As if on cue, Skye Leone passed by and glanced in the office, and the crazy fucker’s expression actually softened as he signed, murmuring at the same time, “You good, Skye? Need me?”
Her eyes darted around the room. Poor girl, she didn’t stand a chance with two crazy motherfuckers watching over her—Dante Leone and Sasha Nikolaev. Maybe she’d get lucky and the assholes would kill each other?
The girl simply nodded and kept on walking, clearly not wanting to get involved. Good for her.
“Arianna is back.” Grace appeared out of nowhere, breathless. “With shopping bags! She’s also wearing a shirt that says…”
“What does it say?” I questioned.
“Between her and her brothers it says…Bang… Bang… Mudafuka.” Her eyes were wide. Sasha threw his head back and laughed, Luca and Cassio soon joining him. Luciano and I were the only ones not amused. “Does Arianna have a gun? Can she shoot? Her brothers wouldn’t let her shoot Matteo. Right?” She shook her head. “No, she wouldn’t shoot Matteo. They’re practically brother and sister.”
Brother and sister, my fucking ass.
I sat back down, my head suddenly feeling like it was about to explode. I needed to end this, one way or another.
“Can you picture Arianna waving her gun around? I mean, that girl can shoot, but kill…” Luciano trailed off with a worried expression, pushing his hand through his hair.
I pinched the bridge of my nose. This day better fucking end soon or I would start shooting, starting with this pale blue-eyed crazy motherfucker across from me.
“Why would she get a shirt that says that?” Grace continued.
“Maybe she wants to wound Matteo,” Sasha drawled. “Hurt him just a little bit. It’s only fair since he hurt her.”
The sound of my molars grinding filled the space before I gritted, “Isn’t there somewhere you should be, Sasha?”
“Nope, I’m staying. You’ll thank me later.”
