She’s talking loudly, her hand moving wildly through the air as she speaks. Vinnie’s eyes widen and his body stiffens when the next string of curse words falls from her lips.
“Babe!” he yells, trying to talk above her, but she isn’t having it.
“Don’t babe me,” she spits, fisting her hands at her sides. “You will not do whatever shit they’re cooking up to do.”
Vinnie’s eyebrows rise. “Excuse me?”
“Oh shit,” Daphne whispers. “This is getting good.”
Bianca reaches between them, pressing her finger into the middle of his chest and closing the space between them. “You heard me.” Her eyes narrow. “I forbid it.”
He glances down at her hand but does nothing to move her finger away. “You tellin’ me what to do now?”
“Damn right, I am.” She jabs him with her finger again. “You’re not going to go off half-cocked, doing stupid shit, and get yourself hurt. Do you hear me, Vinnie Gallo?”
“I hear you loud and clear, baby. But I’m not going off half-cocked and doing stupid shit. You need to calm yourself down before you…”
“Calm down?” Her body jerks as she glares at him. “Did you tell me to calm down?”
I cringe. No woman likes to be told to calm down. It’s like the man’s asking for more trouble and anger by uttering those words, but clearly, Vinnie doesn’t quite understand how far he’s just inserted his foot into his big mouth.
“Uh, yeah, sweetheart. You’re going to get yourself all riled up, and it’s not good for the…”
Her finger’s back in his chest, stopping him from spilling the beans about the bundle of joy that’s inside her belly. “Riled up? Please tell me you didn’t just say those words to me.”
His hand moves to her hip. “I’m a grown-ass man, baby. Nothing bad is going to happen. Calm those sweet tits of yours, and give me your lips.”
“He did not just say that shit,” Max says as we all sit there in shock, waiting for the real fireworks to start.
“Sweet tits?” Bianca asks, not giving him her lips.
“Yeah.” His hungry eyes drop to her cleavage. “They’re my tits, and they’re sweet as fuck.”
Bianca scrunches up her face. “Don’t you dare try to sweet talk me after you told me to calm down.”
“What’s wrong with what I said?” he asks.
“You said calm down.”
“Jesus fuck,” he mutters and glances toward the sky. “Can we talk about this inside?”
“They’re totally going to fuck,” Daphne says.
“Banging like bunnies in five minutes,” Delilah agrees.
“Nope. She’s too pissed,” I tell them.
“Baby,” Izzy says, cutting her eyes to me. “She’s going to anger-bang him and use that pussy to get him to do what she wants.”
“Bianca’s too sweet for that,” I tell Izzy. “She wouldn’t use sex as a weapon.”
Izzy laughs loudly. “We all use it as a weapon or withhold it as punishment. If you aren’t, you’re doing something wrong.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “We just don’t argue.”
“You will, and when you do, remember…” A smile plays on her lips. “Just fuck him into submission.”
I get what she’s saying, but it’s not how I’m built. I’ve never been one for confrontation. I typically sulk a while, let my anger fester, and eventually move on. Never once have I anger-banged anyone.
