Page 153 of Filthy Liar

“C’mon, don’t be a bitch, Donovan.”

“Bite me,” she threw back and stalked off, his eyes sliding to mine.

“She’s kind of hot.”

“You have no hope,” I chuckled, dropping an arm around his shoulders as we watched Blake and Raven talking, a large pair of sweats now covering Blake’s legs.

“I’m sorry, you know?” Dante murmured after a moment, his eyes scanning the people around us. “Do you think Raven will forgive me?”

“Probably not, she’s prickly. To be honest, I’m still pissed at you for hurting her.”

Raven’s eyes met mine just as Blake was encouraged to head over to the first ambulance that arrived. Rory had vanished, so we knew she wasn’t going to the hospital like Blake would.

With Blake being taken care of, Raven walked over to me, her voice quiet. “Blake’s more shaken up than she looks. We need to keep an eye on her until she goes home.”

“You want that?” Dante asked with a frown, running his eyes over her face. “He used to fuck her, right? Don’t girls get weird about that?”

She stared at me, silently telling me to shut him up, and I winced.

“You’re going to get me in trouble, shut your mouth.”

“Why? Raven knows you’re loyal. Why’s she glaring at me? All that shit between us is water under the bridge, right, Raven?”

My brother was an idiot.

Raven didn’t even hesitate to punch him in the eye, muttering about mafia assholes as she walked off, and Dante huffed to cover the pain.

“She’s still mad?”

“Of course she’s still mad. You kidnapped her and hit her,” I deadpanned.

“She’ll learn to love me eventually,” he hummed before holding out his hand. “I need your phone. I have some calls to make.”

“Is Antonio around? He’s always close by. Can’t he give you some tech?” I sighed, sensing the annoying asshole before he even spoke.

“Present,” Antonio exclaimed, dropping an arm around my shoulders with a grin, his shaggy blond hair falling over his blue eyes. “Hey, my second favorite Ricci brother.”

“Ah, my second favorite tech bunny,” I deadpanned, making him gasp.

“I’m not your first?”

“Absolutely not. If I knew more nerds, you’d be below them too.”

He gave me a look of understanding, patting my chest. “It’s okay, you’re grieving, so you’re saying things you don’t mean.”

I gave Dante a look and he smirked, putting Antonio in a headlock. If anyone could make Dante act like a childish asshole and relax, it was Antonio.

“Leave my baby brother alone. You’re coming with me into the Donovan palace. Your rival should be there. Right, Ander?”

“I can ask Cruz to make an appearance, yes,” I grumbled, and Antonio’s eyes lit up.

“You’ll bring Cruz? He impressed me. He’s good, I’ll give him that.”

“Well, he practically wants to choke on your cock. He acts like you’re God.”

“He’s my favorite tech bunny too then,” Antonio said slyly. “I need to run off for a minute though, so I’ll meet you there. Can’t have the cops bothering me. I’m a ghost, and you know it. I’ll bring you a phone, Dante.”

“Food would be good too,” Dante said dryly, earning a salute in return as Antonio walked off down the street as if no one would notice him. He’d alter any footage close by to make it seem like he was never here.

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