Mom set her teacup aside and nodded. “Of course.”
He gave me one more look of warning as she rose to her feet and followed him out of the room.
“Jesus, he’s sexy as hell even when he’s growling at you,” Angelica breathed out.
“More, if that’s possible,” Frankie whispered.
“Don’t be gross,” I hissed.
“Just speaking the truth,” Angelica sassed.
“What the hell is going on, Angel?” I snapped.
She raised an eyebrow, then focused on her teacup. “Whatever do you mean, little brother?”
“Mom wasn’t scheduled to ‘visit’ until Saturday. Why is she here today?” I cocked my head. “Why areyouhere today?”
“Mom’s got it in her head—”
“Frankie!” Angelica snapped. “Shut it.”
I frowned. “Mom’s got it in her head... what?”
Frankie shrugged.
“Spill,” I growled.
“Mom wants you out.”
“Jesus, Frankie.” Angelica leaned over and flicked her forehead. “Shut your goddamned mouth.”
“Mom wants me out of what?” I pressed, even though I knew the answer.
“Don’t be obtuse,” Angelica said at the same timeFrankie said, “The club.”
“Fucking hell,” I bit out, trying to push to my feet.
“What the hell are you doing?” Angelica demanded, setting her cup aside, and standing in front of me.
“I need to stop Mom from spouting whatever bullshit she’s spouting to Hatch.”
“Sit down, Gio,” Angelica ordered. “You’ll do more damage trying to move without help.”
“Razor,” I corrected.
“I changed your diaper, little brother, you’ll always be ‘Giovanni Pastrami crying for his mommy’ to me.”
I raised an eyebrow. “The fact I was crying for our mother while in your care is very telling.”
“Oooh, burn,” Frankie retorted.
“I’m so glad my childhood trauma is amusing to you,” I bit out. “Now, can you all get the fuck out so I can suffer in mycurrenttrauma without you adding to it?”
Before my sisters could comment further, my mother walked back into the room.
Correction.
She stormed back into the room, snatching up her purse and glaring at me as she did so. “Girls, we’re leaving.”
