“Are you looking for Alessa?” I ask between clenched teeth. Somehow, I know this is payback for this morning’s conversation in the kitchen in front of him.
Micah looks at my face realizing he walked into a serious conversation. “Yeah. I’ll find her.”
“It was really nice to meet you,” Mom speaks up.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he smiles, and I grind my teeth. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he goes on his search for Alessa.
“Is it a rule to be gorgeous around here?”
“Mom!” I say, shocked.
She scoffs. “I’m old, not dead.”
Is it rude to ask your mom when she’s leaving?
“She knows,”I tell Alessa and Gage the next morning. Mom hasn’t made her way downstairs yet, so I take the time to let them know, especially since no one else is down here either.
“Everything?” Alessa asks from her perch on the counter in front of Gage and me at the island.
I nod. “Yeah. Well, most of it.” I look between Alessa and Gage. “She said she knew who Frankie was.”
Gage raises an eyebrow. “Like she knew he was Mafia?”
“That’s what I got out of it. Which means she knows who Evander and Mateo are, and possibly you guys too.”
Alessa frowns. “That’s not safe information for her to know, Leo.”
“I know. I didn’t tell her one way or the other.”
She tilts her head to the side. “She was cool with everything else?”
“She said she just needed to process everything before she went to bed.” I shrug. “I think she’s fine with it.” I look at Gage. “I told her about us.”
Both of his eyebrows shoot up. “What about us?”
“That we are,” I wave my hand around, “dating.”
“Is that what we’re doing?”
Alessa throws a kitchen towel at him. “Stop being difficult.”
Gage finally smiles. “Are we dating?”
“Do you want to be?” I say, frustrated.
“Are you asking me to be your boyfriend, Leo?”
“Gage,” Alessa snaps, pointing her finger at him. “You’re being atesta di cazzo.”
“I don’t know what that means, so I’m going to assume you called me sexy,” Gage replies, and from the look on Alessa’s face, that’s not what she called him.
“You know what,” I snarl, “forget I said anything.” I slide off the stool, ready to walk away, when Gage grabs my arm.
“Leo,” he says, tugging me back to look at him, “I was just messing with you.”
“I just told my mom that I’m in a polyamorous relationshipandthat I’m bisexual.” I jerk my arm away, ignoring the tug on my stitches. “I’m not in the fucking mood to be messed with.”
Gage stands up, and it’s the only time I’ve ever hated he is taller than me. “What do you want me to say, Leo?”
