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“I made hell freeze before,” I interjected. “I’ll make it freeze again if it’s the last thing I do.”
A heartbeat of silence followed, her parents’ gazes darting between the two of us before Hannah continued with her rambling.
“Don’t the Callahans have an Irish club? Take her there.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I gritted, shooting daggers at Hannah while downright scheming for her murder.
“How do you know about their club?” Nico asked his daughter.
“What kind of club is it?” his wife asked innocently, taking a sip of her wine. Poor woman would need a whole bottle tonight to survive this shit.
“It’s some hardcore sex club,” Cassius drawled, and his mother spluttered all over the table.
Gianna and Arianna shared a conspiratorial look. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Morrelli girls found a way to sneak into it. I made a mental note to kill any Callahan who touched my girl.
“Oh relax. I wouldn’t call it that,” Hannah chimed in, finally done torturing the poor piece of chicken. “We should go out tonight.”
Her father shut it down immediately. “Tonight’s no good.”
Her eyes darted to me. “But Matteo is here and?—”
“No.”
Hannah looked to me for help, but reading my unhelpful expression, she turned to her brothers.
“Not tonight, sis.” was all she got.
“That’s bullshit,” she grumbled. “At twenty-five, you shouldn’t be allowed to control our movements.”
I suspected Morrelli’s reason for wanting to keep the girls home had everything to do with the Belles and Mobsters rumors. It was the same reason my dad had insisted Francesca and Mom stay within the compound. If he could stop Francesca from going back to D’Arc, he would.
“I heard something interesting,” Mrs. Morrelli cut in. “Anyone care to share what they know about the Belles and Mobsters auctions?”
Nico’s jaw clenched. “Not now, cara mia.”
“What the fuck is Belles and Mobsters?” Hannah muttered. “Some twisted, kinky shit?”
“Feck, fuck. Imagine that twist of a syllable,” Gianna noted. “Nobody is thinking kinky but you, Hannah.”
“Good luck with that one, Matteo,” Cassius mused. “But make her cry and you’re a dead man.”
“Hannah, I have to talk to you before I leave,” I said coolly, ignoring her father glaring at me.
Arianna’s gaze lifted and found mine, her face a deep shade of red, but then she shook her head and for the rest of the night pretended I wasn’t here.
“You should have told me, Nico,” Mrs. Morrelli scolded him.
He took her hand in his. “Don’t worry, cara mia. We have it handled.”
I’d never heard a bigger lie since nobody seemed to be capable of getting any leads on that matter, but when Morrelli’s eyes darted to mine, demanding my confirmation, I played along.
“Yes, everything is handled.”
I hoped I’d earned a point or two. For later.
“What did you want to talk about, Matt?”
I gritted my teeth together so I wouldn’t snap at Hannah. I fucking hated that nickname, but Hannah being Hannah couldn’t be told otherwise.
