Page 124 of Crazed

Tristano hurls, "Shut up."

"I'm not stupid. I know all about the dungeon but not from Tristano," Pina states.

In frustration, I glance at the sky, then ask, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, please! Don't try to cover it up. Do you know the number of times I had to pick Dante up off the couch over the years? He was always drunk and moaning over Bridget and whatever he was up to that week in the dungeon," she claims.

"Dante? Drunk and talking? No way," I say.

Tristano nods. "Yep. Pina knows more about our family than we do."

"Then why are you telling my brother?" I growl.

She jumps. "It's...it's only Tristano!"

I point at both of them. "You two are idiots."

"I'll remember that next time you want concert tickets, or an impossible reservation, or—"

"Knock it off, Pina! I'm not in the mood. Tristano, you better tell me how you got Tommy to rat out Leo," I demand.

Arrogance expands on his dark features. His lips twitch as he replies, "He went to Katiya's brownstone two nights ago. When she didn't answer, he used a key to get inside."

"And?" I ask.

"I picked him up. It didn't make sense he was there with a key if she's not an Abruzzo."

"Then what?"

The devil appears behind Tristano's eyes. I've seen him in my little brother's orbs since he was six. Tristano licks his lips and relays, "Pizza cutter."

"I personally can't use one anymore," Pina cringes.

"Why?" Katiya asks.

"Well, he likes to—"

"No reason. Forget you heard anything about it," I say, glaring at Pina. The last thing I need is for Katiya to start having nightmares about pizza cutters. It's bad enough she wakes up sweating and crying sometimes.

"Long story short, Tommy sang like a canary and will no longer be of use to anyone," Tristano announces.

Katiya takes a deep, shaky breath. I slide my arm around her. "You okay?"

She nods. "Yes. It's a relief but hard to believe."

"Oh, believe it! He's—" Pina takes her hand and pretends to slice her neck.

My dolce shudders, and I reprimand Pina again. "Knock it off."

Pina rolls her eyes then glances around the bungalow. "Can you have the butler bring my bag? I could at least be getting a tan right now."

"They're in our place," Tristano states.

"Your place? Let's get back to this little issue you two have," I scoff.

Pina rises and drops her T-shirt and shorts, showcasing her lace bra and thong.

"Pina," Tristano growls.

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