Page 14 of Raging Inferno

“Enjoy your night, Ms. Moscato.”

“You too, Mr. Casale.”

“Jimmy.”

“Excuse me?”

“Call me, Jimmy or fucking Jimmy whatever you prefer.”

“But—” The protest dies on my tongue as I realize he overhead my conversation. However, it glides over Amber’s head as she rolls her eyes and chastises me.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, the man wants you to call him by his first name,” Amber says, causing Jimmy to raise an eyebrow. “You can call her, Melissa,” she says before turning to Gabriella. “You, kid, stick with the Moscato thing. She needs her job.”

I love my sister—truly, I love her.

Just not today.

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