"Deal," Dad says before I can say another thing. "I'll contact you with details. My treat. It will be lovely to catch up."
When Dad hangs up, he just stares at me.
But I'm really not having any of it.
The entire fucking bizarre conversation is still rattling around in my head.
In fact, it's messing with my head.
He thought Lola was Louie's girl? I'm honestly so gobsmacked by how far off base that is, by how absurd, I don't even consider it to be true, not even for a moment.
Lola has taste.
And I don't care if Louie had an inkling of who Lola was, which I honestly don't think he did. He is too much of a coward to sell someone out.
Taking off and disappearing with the family wealth behind him and the money I paid him, leaving a mess behind? Now that is definitely Louie.
"I'll make him eat my gun." And I'm not sure if I mean Louie, Edoardo, or Dom.
Maybe I mean all of them.
"You'll do nothing of the sort." Dad starts making calls.
I send texts.
Me
Things have taken a bizarre turn.
Cade
Jack's feeling about an inch tall. He's extremely sorry. So am I.
Silas
Pack up the feels, girls. What kind of bizarre?
Me
Edoardo Costa helped Dom get Lola and Lynds, and now he and my dad are planning some kind of tea party at a strip club.
Cade
Digging up all dirt I can find. Take pix.
Silas
Of the strippers?
Cade
Tea. Party.
Me
Let me know if you find anything. I'll do the same.
I put the phone away. They'll probably bicker about this all to let off steam. I know they're worried, and a small part of me is pleased Jack got hurt. I'm glad he's okay, but this way, I don't have to punish him.
