I flinch the moment the words are out of my mouth—I blame the alcohol flowing through my veins—and Lorenzo eyes me curiously, but thankfully doesn’t call me out on it.
“Okay,” he says, throwing back his shot. “Let’s go find us some pussy, birthday boy.”
“You sure you’re up for that?” I ask, knowing there’s no way he’s already over Hillary.
Lorenzo isn’t the type to have meaningless sex. That’s usually my MO.
“What’s the saying? To get over someone, you need to get under someone else?”
I snort out a laugh. “I’m pretty sure that’s meant for women.”
“Fuck that,” he says. “I don’t mind being under a beautiful woman. She can ride me until I can’t remember my ex-fiancée’s fucking name.”
“Yeah, okay. When’s the last time you hooked up with a woman you weren’t in a committed relationship with?”
“There’s always a first time for everything.”
He nods, and I follow his line of vision over to a couple of pretty women standing by the bar, watching us with interest. The blonde is clearly eye-fucking Lorenzo while the redhead is staring straight at me.
“What do you say?” he asks. “We can take them back to my place.”
Before I can answer him, my phone goes off with a text.
Little Russo:I’m going to bed. I hope you had a good birthday. Good night.
I glance up at the women, who are waiting for us to make a move, and without thought, I shake my head.
“You go,” I tell him. “I need to get some sleep. I’m training for my upcoming fight.”
Lorenzo looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Since when do you turn away pussy?” He scoffs.
Since I’ve been buried deep inside your sister’s,I think, but don’t voice out loud.
“I guess since now.” I shrug. “I appreciate the drinks, but I think I’m going to head home … check on your sister.”
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yeah, do your thing, man.” I give him a quick hug. “You got this. Hell, the way those women are salivating over there, you’ll be forgetting who that gold-digging bitch is in no time.”
He glances back at them and then shakes his head. “Nah, I think I’ll just go home.”
“You sure?” I ask, turning his question back on him.
“Yeah,” he says, a frown marring his features. “I should … I should fuck them both until that lying bitch is out of my head. But I can’t … not yet.”
I nod in understanding, wishing I could fuck Dani out of my head, but knowing full well that it’s never going to happen. The woman has crawled under my skin, and there’s no getting her out.
I’m so fucked.
23
Matteo
Little Russo:I’m going to order dinner. Do you want anything?
She asks the same question every evening, and every time, I respond with the same thing.
