Page 28 of The Enforcer's Revenge
“I definitely wouldn’t let him drive it,” Nova added. “Tino in a Ferrari is New York’s worst nightmare.”
“Fuck both of yous,” Tino growled at them, even if he wasn’t too terribly put out. “I’ll buy my own Ferrari.”
Because he could
So maybe he would
Just because
“Are you high? You shouldn’t even be on the Ducati.” Nova laughed in disbelief. “You in a Ferrari is just asking for a trip to lock-up. Pigs will be on you in a New York fucking minute, and your speeding will give them probable cause to search it. God knows what they’d find.”
Or not
“I could resist speeding if I bought one,” Tino argued, even if Nova was probably right because Nova wasalwaysright. “I’m a fucking adult, you know?”
Nova and Romeo both turned around and gave him dubious looks. Tino had to admit they probably had a point; driving a Ferrari at the speed limit sounded like a sin against fine Italian sport cars everywhere.
Nova bitched about Tino’s motorcycle all the time, but it was just so easy to avoid New York traffic on it as long as Tino didn’t mind bending a few laws—which, conveniently, he didn’t.
Who was he kidding? It was a minor miracle Tino hadn’t ended up in lock-up, considering how many tickets he’d gotten. The bike, at least, made him seem more transparent. Young and dumb, just looking for a good time. He kept his blow in a secret compartment in his boots, and he was good at concealing his weapons.
A Ferrari probablywasa bad idea.
Surviving in Cosa Nostra meant having a deep understanding of his strengths and weaknesses. Giving a Ferrarito an ADHD enforcer with a part-time blow habit was begging for trouble.
“At least I’ll get to ride in yours,” Tino decided. “Right?”
“Maybe.” Romeo smiled. “As long as you don’t touch anything.”
“Like this?” Tino flipped his hand under his chin and gave him the middle finger to make his point. “Just like this, Rome.”
He fell back against the seat, feeling only mildly annoyed while he worked on talking himself out of buying a Ferrari.
“Stop it.”Brianna slapped Carina’s hand when she helped herself to some of the food on the counter. “It’s for the boat.”
“I can’t find the cannoli. You hid them somewhere.” Carina pulled the lid off the antipasti container. “I just need one. That’s it. My blood sugar’s dropping.”
“You’ve said that five times. There’s going to be nothing left.” Brianna worked on packing the large coolers they kept at the Mills Basin mansion for boat trips. “Who put this wine in here?”
“Don’t look at me.” Carina took a bite of her prosciutto and provolone she had wrapped up together. “I’m on good behavior.”
“I can’t have antipasti without wine.” Carlo hopped up on the counter next to the trays of food Brianna had stacked there. He pulled the lid off the same appetizer tray Carina had been digging into. “It goes against my religion.”
“It’s not against your religion,” Brianna said with a huff. “I go to mass with you almost every Sunday, and I’ve never heard Father Nicolao say you need wine with your antipasti.”
“I think you missed that week,” Carlo said without apology.
Lola stopped helping Brianna pack up the food. She leaned down, pulled the wine out of the cooler, and set it on the counter with a look.
Carlo held up his hands. “Babe?—”
“You’re on good behavior, too.” Lola’s dark, curly hair was pulled away from her face in a neat bun, making her light eyes even more startling as she narrowed them at Carlo. “You promised Tino.”
“Romeo hates me anyway,” Carlo growled and turned to Carina, who was still happily eating the food reserved for the boat. “Their brother will never like me, not in a million fucking years. Blame the wine on me, and everyone’s happy.”
“I don’t think I want the wine.” Carina shrugged. “All I need is sunshine, my family, and the cannoli thisputtanahas hidden from me.”
“See, even Carina agrees.” Brianna put the lid back on the antipasti and grabbed it to put it in the cooler before they ate it all. Then something occurred to her. “Wait…” She lifted her head and looked at Carina, who was still grinning. “You are making this way too easy.”
