Una?
And yes, fucking her
mouth counts as
fucking her.
How fucking dare
you have this
woman in my home?
In our home, Tommy!
Did you tell her to
fuck him too?
Why did you let
that happen?
What was your
fucking plan
there?
You will fire this bitch
IMMEDIATELY and
then you and I need
to have a very
serious conversation.
Fucking answer me!
What the fuck? I call her, and her phone goes straight to voicemail. God damn it. With Aurelio actively gunning for us, now is not the time for radio silence. I text her telling her to call me, and then text Una the same. Neither of them responds.
There are also texts from Vin, reminding me that I’m supposed to meet him. Fuck.
Olivia is standing over my shoulder, looking at my phone, and I scowl at her, moving away. “Do you mind?”
Her eyes suddenly widen. “Oh shit! Is that THE Antonio? The one who was fucking Giovanna—”
“He wasn’t fucking her,” I snap.
Her face scrunches up like she’s confused. “I’m talking about the guy she went out with for years. That Antonio.”
“So am I.”
“The Antonio that was in 2C is the guy who Gi lived with but…didn’tfuck? How is that even possible? I mean, he’s—” When I just glare at her, she rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”
She turns toward the door leading into the Edge, and I catch her arm. “Hey, can you do something for me?”
