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Who the fuck? Anger soared through me unchecked. I balled my fingers up in a fist as images of me watching a faceless person get the shit beat out of them assaulted my imagination. I wasn’t normally violent, but the thought of Giancarlo having someone else in his life made me irrationally angry.
“Here’s a picture of her brand new the day I bought her.” He passed his phone over.
It took everything in me not to smash the thing on the floor and demand he break it off. Until I saw it. I blinked. “Silvy is a hammer?” It wasn’t a person on the screen, but a fucking tool.
“Yep, best-looking hammer in the city.”
How in the hell did he continue to surprise me? “And you brought her with you?”
“Silvy goes everywhere.”
Lost for words was an understatement. I had nothing. I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or ask more questions.
“Okay.” My eyes dropped to the man again, who had given up asking me for help. The knot in my stomach didn’t ease, but it was easy to ignore when my sole focus was Giancarlo. He demanded so much of my attention that I had no time to think about the guy.
“I won’t be long, Ash. Why don’t you wait outside for me?”
We were supposed to be on our date. “Gin.” I bit the inside of my cheek, pushing past all the mental walls as I made myself talk. “We’re on a date.”
Giancarlo stood up straighter. “You’re right.” He glanced at the man on the floor. “Franklyn, I want that money accounted for and back into the accounts come Monday. I’m being generous here. You should really thank me.”
The man flinched away from Gin and whimpered. “Thahk youth.”
Giancarlo turned and pulled me close. “Come on, let’s go on our date.”
I nodded, not bothering to look at the guy on the floor. He’d stolen from the Vitales. He knew there would be consequences. Maybe he wouldn’t have faced them soon if it wasn’t for me, but either way, he took the chance. I couldn’t find it in me to want to help, not when I knew it would either get Gin in trouble or potentially hurt him.
Fuck that guy. He can burn in hell for all I care as long as Gin’s okay.
We stepped out of the bathroom just as a group of guys headed toward it. I plastered on a smile, a lie poised and ready without prompt. All those years of lying for my dad came forward easily.
“It’s out of order right now. One of the toilets is backed up.”
“Damn, the car meet is about to happen,” one of the guys said.
“Just piss outside, Jonna.”
The mention of the car meet had excitement pumping through me. “Come on, Gin. I want to check out all the cars.” I glanced back and stopped. “You have clothes in the car? Or does Silvy get the trunk to herself?”
Giancarlo cocked a brow at me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous of my hammer.” He grinned like the loon he was. “I mean, who wouldn’t be? She’s a fine piece of hardware. She’s not too heavy in the hand, and the way she comes down—”
“All right, I get it. The hammer gets you hard.” I massaged my temples. Who had conversations like this? Oh, right. I did with Giancarlo, who was missing more than a handful of marbles. I pulled him toward where we’d left the car. “She can’t fuck you like I can.”
“I don’t know. Silvy is pretty useful.”
I stopped in my tracks and glared at Giancarlo. A face-splitting grin was plastered on his face.
“Oh, you should see your face.”
He laughed, and I was starting to think about using Silvy myself. Gin opened the trunk, fishing out another shirt. I had to wipe my chin as I drooled, watching him get undressed.
“Keep looking at me like that, and we will end up fucking in someone’s car.”
I glanced at his car in confusion.
“Oh no, nothing is happening in Baby. She is not to be defiled.” His nose scrunched up as his brows furrowed. “Ever. She is a saint.”
“Right.” Sometimes agreeing with Giancarlo was all I could do.
