“I can see why Angelo’s head over heels for you,” a woman says, pushing her dark hair off her shoulders. “You have the sweet, innocent thing nailed like our Suzy.” She turns to the blond woman standing behind her. “Isn’t that right, Sunshine?”
“Izzy, you know I’m not innocent, and I’m sure as hell not sweet anymore.”
Okay. So, the sassy one is Izzy. Angelo clued me in about his little cousin and how she’s a spitfire and one hundred percent trouble. He said she was like Daphne, but scarier, and doesn’t put up with anyone’s shit.
Then there’s Suzy, who Izzy calls Sunshine. She does look sweet and innocent, but I know she’s married to Angelo’s cousin Joe, and I’ve been told he’s pretty badass, covered in tattoos, and drives a Harley.
Izzy laughs loudly. “You’re a complete whore, but I remember when you weren’t so easy.”
“Oh, shut up. I’m not easy,” Suzy snaps back.
“Did you or did you not sleep with my brother the night you met him?” Izzy stares at Suzy with a small smirk playing on her lips.
I widen my eyes. I don’t know if I should take cover or stay still because I’m pretty sure there’s about to be fireworks.
“He was just so damn hot on that bike, and I was drunk—”
“You were as sober as they come,” Izzy interrupts. “Don’t lie.”
Suzy pulls her white cardigan tighter around her body and squares her shoulders. “Um, if I remember right, you slept with James the night you met him too.”
“I was drunk.” Izzy waves her off.
“Pot meet kettle,” a woman with long wavy hair and olive skin says, pushing them both aside. “I’m Mia, Mike’s wife.”
Mike is the championship fighter. I’ve seen pictures of him, and he’s enormous but has the kindest smile.
“Oh, sweet Jesus. I’m not defining myself by a man, even my man. I’m Max,” the woman at her side says.
“It’s lovely to meet you,” I say, trying not to run upstairs and barricade myself in our room.
“Anthony’s wife,” Daphne whispers in my ear, which earns her an eyebrow raise from Max because she wasn’t super quiet about it.
This is so overwhelming. More than I thought it would be. I know I should be a little more outgoing. Hell, they aren’t holding back. But I can’t seem to stop myself from digging my fingernails into my palm to settle my ass down.
“Shall we go?” Daphne asks, ticking her head toward the door. “The limo is waiting.”
“Limo?” My mouth falls open because I’ve never been in a limo.
I suddenly feel lame because I’m the only one in the room that seems even remotely excited about this.
Daphne nods. “Well, yeah. We’re getting shit-faced, and we needed a designated driver. None of these bitches was going to stay sober.” She pitches her finger over her shoulder toward everyone. “So, we have a driver and a city waiting for us.”
“Nothing too crazy, right?” I raise an eyebrow at my soon-to-be sister-in-law because I know how she is.
“Of course,” she scoffs like it’s absolutely absurd of me to think she had something risqué planned.
“There better be at least a naked chest somewhere,” the redhead says, blushing a little bit when Suzy smacks her arm.
“Tonight’s like Vegas. What happens tonight stays between us. Got me?” Daphne narrows her eyes as she looks around at her cousins. “I mean it. No pictures. No videos. No memories. No evidence.”
“I like the way you think.” Izzy smirks.
Suzy rolls her eyes, but the rest of the group is nodding along. I know we’re in trouble. The night isn’t going to be a girls’ night at the spa or sipping wine at some dark, cozy bar.
Nope.
“Where are we going?” I ask as I pull the front door closed, making sure it’s locked before following behind them toward the waiting limo.
