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He drew in a slow breath and finally looked at Gabe. “But my job here is done, and I think it’s time for me to start all over again, and I’m throwing in the rag with the bad boy.” “Towel.” Gabe shook his head. “Dude, you are going to kill it down there.” Nino lifted his glass. “To my family. Salute.

He poured a healthy splash of wine into a juice glass and lifted it to everyone. “Here’s to grudges. The national pastime of Italy.”
“And I was born in that country, so I’m entitled to hold one against Lucy Sharpe,” Vivi said. “Gabe, why would you go to her looking for work? It’s like a complete betrayal.”

Look, if she gives you a boner, makes you want to part with cash, ignore a football game, or sit on a bench in the mall while she buys shoes, then she’s hot. Any of the above?”
“I don’t watch sports and we’ve never been to a mall together. She offers to pick up the tab, but I’d sooner stab my eye out with my paring knife.” “But she makes your zipper move?”
“She makes my heart move,” he said with emotion.

“I would be sure no one was around, and then bam!” Gabe knocked his own temple lightly, imitating the brush of his grandfather’s hand. “Shafifo!”
“Che schifo,” Nino corrected. “Don’t use the language if you’re going to butcher it.”
“Says the man who calls a pound sign a hashbag.”

We don’t allow dickheads in this family. Vivi already pushed the limits with Lang.” Her jaw dropped. “I love Colt!”
“Now you do, but remember what a stick he had up his ass before we broke him in?” Except they all knew who broke him in—Vivi. “Anyway, ultimatums don’t work, Chess, trust me. It only makes a guy run farther.”

They don’t know you’re leaving or starting this business?”
“Not yet. I might bring one or two of them with me to…what’s the name of this black hole in space again? BareAss Bay?” Luke laughed. “Barefoot Bay.” “Cute. Shit’s about to get real in Barefoot Bay.” “Real what?” Gabe slid into a sly smile. “Real…different.

“But you ain’t Mr. Carriger,” she shot back. “No, he isn’t,” Luke confirmed. “This is Gabriel Rossi. He’s a legend.”
“Maybe in his own mind, but not in my book.” She stepped back to her cart while Gabe just laughed.

Well, what do you know? Casa Blanca just might pass the final test. The remote location, the privacy, the anonymity, and the transience of the place were sheer perfection, not to mention the possibility of a “security firm” as cover. But a staff that had its shit together? Priceless.