Page 127 of Toxic

Blue flames burn in Massimo's eyes. "She only told him how to get underground. She didn't know what he was going to do. You know how those thugs threaten women. It's not her fault."

"Open your Goddamn eyes! Our sister was held captive, and this woman was a part of it," Gianni growls.

"Not true. She gave Donato access months before he kidnapped Arianna," Massimo claims.

"She was working for the Abruzzos!" I fire.

"No, Katiya did what Donato made her do," he firmly replies.

"Who's Donato?" Sean's voice interjects.

My stomach dives. The last thing I need is Sean knowing anything about any of our business. He already plans on joining the O'Malleys when he's old enough. Bridget is going to have a fit, but it's in his blood. There isn't any way to stop him, but I want him to stay away from mob business for as long as possible. I spin. "No one worth mentioning again. Is it clean?"

"Yeah. Do you want to get in the ring, and I can show you how much I loved doing that?"

I snort. "Don't disrespect your mother again, got it?"

"Yeah," he agrees then clenches his jaw.

I point toward the large bag. "Put your gloves on. I'll meet you there in a minute."

His eyes dart between my brothers and me. "I totally interrupted something good, didn't I?"

"No. I'll see you later," Massimo replies, slaps him on the back, and leaves the gym.

"Go," I reiterate to Sean, motioning toward the bag.

He obeys, and we spend the next hour training hard. When we finish, I shower and message Bridget.

Me:I'm dropping Sean off. I need to talk to you about him.

Bridget:Is everything okay? Did something happen?

Me:Everything is fine, dolcezza—nothing to worry about. I'll see you soon.

Bridget:Okay. I'm in the library. Love you.

My grin hurts my face. Every time she tells me she loves me, I still have to pinch myself. It's finally real between us.

Me:Love you, too.

Sean and I go into the garage. The roads have been clear for a few days. I open up the cabinet with the keys. "Pick anything but my Porsche," I state.

He rolls his eyes. "I hadn't driven a stick before. Are you ever going to get over me grinding your gears?"

"No. Now, pick."

He mutters something incoherent under his breath then takes the keys to Tristano's silver Lamborghini Veneno. It's a rare vehicle developed to celebrate Lamborghini's 50th anniversary. He's going to want to kill me when he finds out I let Sean drive it, but it's no different than the times I let him drive Massimo's or Gianni's vehicles.

I chuckle and walk toward the car. "You've been eyeing it for a while. Good choice."

Sean glances around. "I thought Tully had a lot of cars. Your garage makes his look sad."

I stop and cross my arms.

Sean arches his eyebrows. "What did I do now?"

"It's Daideó to you, not Tully. We've been through this."

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