Page 39 of Hostile Love
I glance out of the window, quickly locating Dani by the gatepost, her expression dark and a light breeze dancing in her hair.
“Right now, all of us need to be in Italy in case…”
“Don’t say it…” I growl, anger and sadness clashing in my veins. “Don’t fucking say it, Tommy.”
The line goes quiet for a moment. “I’m on my way there. I’ll see you soon, brother.”
11
INDIA
EARLIER
“What movie did you pick, Sinéad?”
I get comfy on her super king-size bed and shove a few pillows behind me.
Propped up beside me, she sips water via a long straw and shakes the remote control.
“Ugh…Why won’t this thing work?”
“Dré!”
I throw a cushion, watch it soar over the top of the bed like a missile and wallop his tattooed chest.
“You’re standing in front of the TV.”
Letterman snatches the cushion before it falls, his reflexes sharp. He fires it straight back, making a ninja sound as he does it.
I catch it and laugh. “Move your ass, Letterman. You two are in the way of the remote signal.”
André angles his bare torso around, his muscles tanned and his ink dark.
“Did you just throw a cushion at me?”
“Uh-oh,” Sinéad laughs. “He’s going to kill you, Indy.”
“He can try,” I quip playfully.
“Gio isn’t here to help his little ball and chain.”
When he starts to prowl around the bed, I scramble onto my knees and grab a pillow.
“I can handle you all by myself,cabron,” I taunt, waving it at him.
“Oh, big words from such a sweet kid.”
He snatches a bolster cushion and faces me, both of us ready for war.
“You sure you want to take on the pillow fighting champion?”
“Hold on a minute, Dré,” Sinéad calls over my shoulder. “I’m the champion. You can’t get me pregnant and steal my title too.”
“Dré!” I fake a gasp. “You’re a monster.”
He smirks at me, and as quick as lightning bops me on the head.
“I’m going to take you down, kid. If my brother won’t teach you manners, I will. Prepare to die.”
