Page 102 of Highball and Chain

I couldn’t handle one more thing. Not one more solitary thing. Least of all Enzo’s jealousy. I tapped the driver’s shoulder. “Stop the car.”

“Keep going.” Enzo ran his hands through his hair. “Shanna, I’m begging you.”

“I said stop the car!” Jiggling the handle, I gave them my best imitation of a woman ready to leap from a moving vehicle.

The door locks clicked.

I tried the handle, for real this time. He’d locked me in. Worst still, Enzo hadn’t said a word.

The driver stared in the rearview mirror for a heartbeat before turning his attention back to the road.

“This is kidnapping.” Glaring at Enzo, I pulled my ringing phone from my pocket.

He rested his head back, closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “Who is it?”

“Maggie. Am I allowed to answer?”

Enzo motioned for me to continue.

I understood his concerns, and yes, I trusted his judgment on most things. However, I hated being treated like a child, even if I was acting like one.

“Hello.”

Maggie sighed. “Shanna. Thank God. I’ve been worried sick. How are you?”

We’d told each other everything since we were kids. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her until I heard her voice. Choking out a sob, I said, “Awful, Mags. Just awful. Everything is falling apart here.”

“Gabe told me what’s going on. We don’t want to see Enzo married to Nicolina anymore than you do.”

A shot of adrenaline heated my face for a half second before I broke out in a cold sweat. “What? I didn’t hear the last part.”

Her voice rose. “Gabe is furious. Papa Joe announced Enzo and Nicolina’s wedding date. Evelyn and Pietro Lazio...” She went on about problems and working it out and knowing how I felt about Enzo, but I tuned her out.

“Are you okay? Has something happened?” Enzo reached for my hand, but I jerked back.

Forcing myself to look at him, I said, “Congratulations. Will Nico wear white?”

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