Raf:
Figures you’d be obsessed with sayings too?
Stella:
Hangovers: nature’s way of reminding you that you’re not as young as you used to be.
Chiara:
And if that fails, he’s always got me to remind him, right, Daddy?
*Raf has left the chat*
*Marco added AJ to the chat*
*Chiara added Raf to the chat*
Chiara:
Welcome, cuz! Maybe skim past the bit about Raf’s morning O.
AJ:
The fuck am I here for? Also Chi, I’ve got far too big of a headache for your energy today.
Luca:
Ah, there you go @Raf, you finally have a grumpy compadre.
Marco:
Welcome the family, bro!
Raf:
Welcome to your worst nightmare @AJ. I promise you’ll hate it here.
AJ:
I can already tell.
Evie:
T-minus four months until Sophia & Marco’s Big Sicilian wedding. So excited!
Chapter Forty-Eight
Burner Phone Problems
Raf
I’m notsure what’s worse, the banging in my head or the burning sensation of raw flesh where my new art has been inked into my skin.
Chiara has her head on the right side of my chest, lightly running her fingers over the wolf with piercing green eyes that now covers the left side. She’s cackling at my expense as the group chat she created descends into madness.
“You’re a brat,” I say with a tug on the bun atop her head so as not to irritate the fresh ink running down the top of her spine. I trace her words lightly with my finger.Per sempre tuo.Forever Yours. The same three words I had incorporated into my tattoo, right above my heart.
She goes to toss her phone to the side, but I stop her.
