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Taking off my leather jacket I hang it over Brenna’s desk chair, slide my phone out of my jeans pocket and sit on her comfy bed. Scrolling to Sanificatore I hit Vito’s number, jumping when he answers before the phone even rings.
“I’ll need a clean up tomorrow night.”
It’s silent save for his breathing on the other end. “Halloween is a busy night.” I hold my phone away from my ear, staring down at it for a moment before repeating what he said. “La Madrina is always busy on Halloween night,” he answers as if I’m an idiot.
Letting out a breath, I clear my throat. “La Madrina will be with me tomorrow night.”
Silence. For an annoyingly long time. I’m about to hang up and call back when I hear shuffling of paper. “How many people do you need?”
“Just you, if you’re available.”
“Sanificatore is always available for La Madrina.”
“Thank you, Vito.”
A mumbled welcome fills the line before it goes dead. He’s an odd guy but he gets the job done and that’s all I need him to do. Clean up the mess and never let it be traced back to us.
“Pizza is here!” Bren calls out, snapping me out of my thoughts. Shit. How long was I sitting here?
“I’m taking the extra meaty pieces!” Grammy yells.
I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile as I thunder down the hall, looking like I’m rampaging over pizza meat. I revel in the sound of my girls snorting with laughter and I send up a prayer to whoever will listen that I get to hear this for the rest of my life.
Chapter 16
Brenna
Horses or Pumpkins? Or do I go with an actual costume?”
Why the hell are you worrying about your outfit? On a day like today?
“I don’t know. I just think maybe I need a cute outfit. It’ll make me feel a little more confident. Probably.”
Confident enough to act as bait so the supernatural trio can pop out of nowhere and get rid of the son of a bitch?
“Yeah. Something like that,” I mutter as I stare at my wardrobe.
Gabe is in the shower and after the number of times we reached for each other last night, we decided it’d be better to shower separately. Because we’re running a little light on fluids.
Gross.
“Shhh. You’re just jealous.”
Maybe. The man is HAWT.
Chuckling, I reach for the jumpsuit covered in pumpkins. But not halloween pumpkins. The base of my jumpsuit is forest green and dotted between the pumpkins are cute little gardening tools and even a scarecrow on my breast pocket.
Snatching it from my wardrobe I pull it on over my granny panties, sports bra and henley.
What’s with the underwear?
“I need practicality. It’s like armour. Nothing feels safer than panties that come up over your belly button.”
I’ll take your word for it.
Snorting, I move toward the mirror, pulling my hair up into two nice, poofy space buns. I add ladybug hair clips and top the look off with bright orange sneakers. Am I going a little overboard? Probably. But Grammy always told me to dress for success so that’s what I’m going to do.
Running a hand down my jumpsuit, smoothing out any wrinkles, I take one last look in the mirror and give myself a little nod. If I die tonight at least I’ll die in a cute outfit. Like Grammy.
