“Morning, Lourdes. God, I’m starving,” Lucky groans, dropping into the chair across from me while Enzo leans down to kiss Lourdes on the cheek before sitting beside his twin.
“Glad to hear it. There’s more than enough to go around this morning,” she replies with her usual warmth and continues, “since your parents already left for the city.”
“And Marcello?” I ask.
Lourdes’s smile fades as she shakes her head.
“Marcello didn’t come home again last night,” Lucky answers for her, annoyed. “Fucker’s officially moved into Jude’s penthouse.”
“And why is that any concern of yours?” I arch a brow.
“Because that’s where he takes Frankie for their make-out sessions,” Enzo says with a grin, winking at me. “Lucky’s just pissed our big brother’s cock-blocking him.”
I don’t even need to look back to know Lourdes has probably turned every shade of red in the crayon box after Enzo’s colorful explanation of why Marcello’s at the top of Lucky’s shit list.
“Damn asshole walked in on us yesterday. Right when things were getting good,” Lucky mutters under his breath.
“Spare us the visual,” I drawl, letting the disgust seep through. “Lourdes doesn’t need that mental image burned into her brain.”
“Sorry, Lourdes,” Lucky and Enzo say in unison.
Lourdes just smiles politely and excuses herself from the kitchen, pretending to have more important things to do elsewhere around the house.
“See what you two dimwits did?” I grumble, throwing a handful of blueberries across the table in the twins’ direction.
Enzo just laughs while Lucky gets even more annoyed.
“Quit it, Stella. Not in the mood for your lectures.”
“Yes, yes. We all know what kind of mood you’re in.” I roll my eyes at him.
“Let’s stop giving him a hard time, sis,” Enzo says, throwing an arm around Lucky’s shoulder. “Poor guy’s balls are probably bluer than those berries you threw at him.”
“Hardy har har,” Lucky mutters, swatting Enzo’s arm away. “Where’s Anna? She needs to hurry up if she wants a ride with us.” He pushes his plate aside, having officially lost his appetite.
Almost on cue, Annamaria rushes into the kitchen, hair still damp. “I’m here, I’m here! Sorry, I’m late.”
“That’s okay, angel. Eat up. We can wait,” Enzo says sweetly.
“No, we can’t. I’ve got shit to do,” Lucky cuts in.
“And by ‘shit,’ he means sneaking in a few kisses with his girlfriend before class,” Enzo says, smirking like he’s enjoying every second of prolonging his twin’s suffering.
“Look who’s talking. Like I’m the only one itching to get some alone time with my better half. Don’t sit there and deny you’re dying for a little lovin’ from your boyfriend too, asswipe,” Lucky fires back, swiping a strip of bacon from Enzo’s plate just to make sure his twin sees his shit-eating grin.
“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” Annamaria asks, her eyes sparkling at our now tongue-tied brother.
Enzo is never at a loss for words. So if he’s purposely being coy about his new conquest, that can only mean one thing—whoever this boyfriend is, he’s off-limits. Not that I’m surprised. Enzo has always liked a challenge. Add the forbidden element to it, and my brother is all in. That’s just how Enzo rolls. We have that in common.
“Enzo? Aren’t you going to tell us who this mystery boy is?” Annamaria presses, causing Lucky to almost choke on his bacon.
“Boy?” Lucky blurts out with a loud chuckle after he manages to swallow his food, only to suck in his next words when Enzo throws him a scathing look.
“It’s still early days, sweet angel,” Enzo says with a soft smile in Annamaria’s direction. “When I know it’s the real deal, I’ll tell you who he is.”
Unable to help himself, Lucky bursts out laughing again.
“What’s so funny?” Annamaria asks, genuinely curious.
