“It wasn’t just for him. Your father and I were together, and he wanted you with Antonio. He knew that Antonio was cheating on you, and he was worried that he would leave you and you’d try to get back with Tommy. So I made sure to keep Antonio busy, date him but not pressure him to leave you. That worked until it didn’t. When he wanted to break up with you for me, I left him.”
Fuck! My father and Tommy, both still controlling my life all these years.
I turn to my father, fuming. “So you knew that your little girlfriend was also fucking Antonio?”
“I did not.” He’s glaring at Una.
She keeps talking, voice steady. “I was just trying to help, Giovanna.”
I laugh drily. “You’re a saint. Fucking three men to save the world. I hope Tommy gave you a bonus.”
Her eyes glitter. “The job was reward enough. As you know.”
“Fucking Christ,” my father groans, sinking into the couch.
She continues. “My job is to protect Tommy. And I’m very good at my job.”
My blood boils with rage, but I keep the gun and my voice steady.
“Sucking my man’s cock sounds more like you’re putting him at risk of catching a disease than protecting him. Given the fact that he wore condoms and only fucked your mouth, I’d say he had the same concerns.”
I’m sharing the details Tommy told me about his dating habits while we were apart like they apply to her to see if she’ll contradict it. Tommy doesn’t lie to me, so if she says that he did fuck her or didn’t use condoms, she’s full of shit.
But if she confirms my statement, then why the fuck does Tommy not understand that he needs to fire this bitch? No way he’s still fucking her.
Is he?
But she neither confirms nor denies.
“Maybe condoms are something you should have considered,” Una says, her gaze dropping to my stomach.
My pulse hammers. “What did you just say to me?”
“You know what I’m talking about.” Her eyes lift to mine, bright and cruel. “Or have you not told your Da the news?”
I clench my jaw and cock the gun. “Shut. Up.”
“You shouldn’t hold back, Giovanna. Every father wants to be a grandad. Right, Lorenzo? And since we both know it’s Antonio’s baby, everyone should be happy. Right?”
I can barely breathe as my father turns to me, his jaw dropped. “Giovanna? Your pregnant? Is it Antonio’s? Oh my God, please tell me it isn’t Tommy’s.”
I turn the gun on my father, lowering my voice to stop it from shaking. “I don’t know what the fuck you two are doing in my house, but you need to leave now.”
“Giovanna, you don’t understand—” My father is panicking, but I cut him off.
“Get. The fuck. Out. BOTH of you!”
37
Tommy
The concrete walls of the parking garage at the Edge sweat from the heat of exhaust fumes hitting the chilly New York air. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, flickering every few seconds, as I stand in front of Antonio, trying not to rip his fucking face off.
He’s healed up enough from the hole that Giovanna put in him and the damage I did when he got here that he’s ready to walk out of here, ready to play spy for us. I’m just here to make sure he is very fucking clear on what “ready” means.
He’s standing with his arms crossed, feet set, a glare fixed on me that I’m guessing is supposed to intimidate me. It doesn’t.
“Are you or aren’t you, fucker?” My voice echoes, sharp against the concrete.
