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I take Dante’s Escalade so that Seb will have more room to stretch his legs out. He’s the youngest boy in the family, but the lanky bastard is near 6’7”, taller even than Dante. And actually, he’s not as lanky as he used to be, either.
“You been lifting?” I ask him.
“Yeah.” He nods. “I was doing it for physical therapy on my knee. Then I figured I might as well keep up with it. Since I’m not on the team anymore, I’ve got time on my hands.”
He looks out the window, not smiling. His boyish face is filling out, his jaw widening. He used to have soft features and long, wavy hair, almost as curly as Aida’s. Now his face looks sharper, with a dark shadow along his jaw.
“You haven’t been coming home much,” I say. “You seeing somebody?”
Seb shakes his head.
“I don’t have to ask you that question,” he says.
“Actually,” I say, “I am.”
“No shit?” Seb looks over at me, a bit of the old smile on his face. “What, did you meet Taylor Swift?”
“Nah,” I grin. “You know Camille Rivera?”
Seb shakes his head.
“Her dad owns that auto shop on Wells.”
“Oh . . .” recognition dawns on his face. “You mean the Grease—”
“Don’t call her that!” I bark.
“Sorry!” Seb holds up his hands. “That’s just what some kids called her. I always thought she was cool. Kinda badass.”
“She is,” I say.
My heart is racing and I’m gripping the steering wheel too hard. I know Seb didn’t mean anything by it—he doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. Or at least, he never did before. But the thought of somebody talking shit on Camille makes me want to track down every single kid we went to high school with and wring their fucking necks.
“Is it serious?” Seb asks.
I want to say yes. But I’m not sure I can answer for Camille.
“To me it is,” I tell him.
Sebastian nods slowly. “I’m happy for you, man,” he says.
“She’s helping me with a bank job in a week.”
“Oh yeah? What bank?”
“Alliance.”
Sebastian lets out a low chuckle. “You’re not fucking around, huh? Does Papa know?”
“No, so keep it quiet. Dante does, but he’s not coming along.”
“You want another hand?” Seb asks.
I look at him in surprise.
“You serious?”
Seb shrugs. “Why not?”
