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He owns the fucking building.
He owns myfucking building.
I immediately get my phone out to call him but Hannah stops me. “Nuh-uh, we want to hear everything.”
I shake my head to myself despite the warmth swimming around in my stomach. He got my door fixed.
I fill up a saucepan with some water and place it on the stove turning the heat up to high. “He took me to a Knicks game, courtside.” I wiggle my eyebrows over my shoulder.
James shakes his head. “You don't even watch basketball.”
“No, but I enjoyed it anyway.” I shoot him a shit-eating grin. “He also got the front door fixed apparently.” I glance at the gift basket on the table and back to Hannah. “Were you aware he owns the building?”
Hannah and James look between themselves in confusion and I chuck some penne in the tepid water whilst pulling a jar of sauce from the cupboard and adding it to a second saucepan.
“Well, that was nice of him,” Hannah adds, nodding at James encouragingly.
He rolls his eyes pulling his phone out and I hop onto the counter so I can face them. “Yep. Then he took me to Gio’s, on Hester?”
Hannah makes an ‘o’ with her mouth. “Was it good? I've been wanting to try it for ages now.” Her eyes briefly dart to James and I send him a scathing look even if he’s focused on his phone. It's really not that hard to make Hannah happy. Just buy her flowers and spend a few quality hours with her and she's happy. He hasn't brought her flowers once since I've lived with them. I've brought her flowers more than he has. Men. Who’d have them?
“I didn't get to eat but I'm getting to that. So I met all three of his brothers.”
“On the first date?” Hannah interrupts. Voice high and rushed, almost offended.
“Yeah, bit strange but I think it was an accident. Anyway, that family must have the best genes I’ve ever seen. All of them were stupidly attractive. Obviously, Enzo is the best one.” I add for good measure as I strain the pasta and place it in a bowl. “Anyway we were sitting down when suddenly it gets shot up, drive-by style.”
Hannah's jaw drops, eyes going painfully wide. “Fuck off!” James exclaims, dropping his phone in his lap and staring at me in disbelief.
Hannah finally closes her mouth. “Oh my god, You weren’t hurt were you? Why aren't you crying? What the heck! Are you not absolutely terrified?”
I make a face because I've been asking myself that question since I woke up. James cuts in. “Why haven't we heard about it?” He looks at Hannah in question.
I shrug and Hannah starts shaking her finger frantically at me. “Oh my god yes! I was on my way home yesterday evening and the cab had to go all the way around because the police taped the street off.”
“Sounds about right,” I say as I pour the sauce on top of the pasta, it looks miserable. I sigh at it. This is why I don't cook.
“Well, are you okay?” Hannah asks, blonde brows pulled down, blue eyes worried.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I would love to know why I am so fine. Should I not be stressing out about almost dying? My brain is a strange place to be sometimes.
Hannah blows out a breath. “Are you sure you're not just in shock or something?”
“No, I'm fine.”
“That shit’s wild,” James says taking a puff on his vape.
“Yep, then his younger brother takes me to his house.” I grab a can of coke from the fridge and my bowl and take a seat on the floor in front of the coffee table. “I’m telling you it felt like walking into Architectural Digest. No joke. There was a helicopter.” I enunciate every letter just in case they missed the fact that he owns his own helicopter.
James tries to look disinterested but Hannah’s hanging on every word. “I end up getting cleaned up and watching some fight they organise on the TV with the little brother.” Waving my hand in the air because I can’t remember the name.
“Moretti Fights,” James adds without looking up from his phone and I point at him with a nod. Should have remembered that really, considering it’s his surname and said surname is plastered across most of the fucking city.
“I fall asleep. Wake up hours later and Enzo is in the kitchen, stitching his eye up like he does it every damn day. So obviously I help him out because it would be rude not to.” I give Hannah a suggestive look and she nods excitedly. “We kiss. It gets a little heated.” I pause for dramatic effect.
“And then what?” Hannah claps her hands and James rolls his eyes at her.
“His youngest brother walks in so we stop and he drops me home.”
