“Ow, you asshole!” Gabriel shouted.
Teddy got back into the truck, and Greystone pulled onto the road.
“Next time, Teddy won’t stop at one punch,” Greystone warned.
“I’m not afraid of either of you,” Gabriel said.
“You should be,” Teddy growled.
“I need to call Caroline,” Greystone said. “Can we stop fighting for two minutes?”
“Assholes,” Gabriel muttered.
“Go fuck yourself, G,” Teddy said.
“Gladly,” Gabriel said.
Silence, then the three brothers started laughing.
And just like that, the tension lifted. The fighting ended, the anger gone. This was always how it had been, especially whenGabriel got thrown into the mix. He was the agitator. Always had been, always would be.
There was one black sheep in every family. And Gabriel Santini was that man.
Greystone made the call.
“Hey, babe,” Caroline answered.
“You’re on speaker,” Greystone said. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the condo,” Caroline said. “I was driving to my parents’ when my mom called to tell me Sydney left. She tried stopping her, but you know Sydney.”
Dammit.
“Strong-willed and definitely not a conformist,” Gabriel said from the back seat. “If she’s got someone in her sights, say addio motherfucker.”
“Teddy?” Caroline said.
“I’m here.”
“She took your SUV,” Caroline said.
“I should never have given her the keys. Any idea where she would have gone?” Teddy asked.
“No,” Caroline replied.
“Thanks for the heads up,” Teddy said.
“Babe, I’m gonna drop Teddy and Gabriel,” Greystone said before ending the call.
“Pussy whipped,” Gabriel muttered from the back seat.
Teddy glared at Gabriel. “What is wrong with you? I mean, for real. Were you dropped on your head as a baby? Did someone fuck you up as a kid?”
Gabriel’s lips rolled back and he shot Teddy a smile. But he said nothing.
Clearly, Gabriel was entertained by everything going on. The more dangerous, the more wicked, the happier Gabriel was.
“You are some kind of fucked up, G,” Greystone said.
