“Feels like it, ahem. But you go first, please.” Gina gulps, gaze averted. “You said material things and your job?”
I share how I’d been fired.
“Damn, Santi. Now I get it. The possum and the drugs.” She chuckles. “The connection between the two went over my head at the cabin. I’m so sorry.”
“Maybe wait, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me—”
“Until I’ve shared it all, then one big apology while jumping on Daddy’s dick.”
Gina’s snorting until I tell her about how Gabriella visited my apartment with a moving crew.
Her breath hitches. “Gabby took your television?”
I shake my head, grabbing a tuft of my hair. “I said everything. Utensils included.”
“That dangerous pot you refuse to toss? The one with the broken handle!”
I give her a blank look. “She stole my suits, Gina. Your sister left me with all work attire. Jeans, shirts, underwear. Thatsister of yourstook everything of mine.”
She bubbles up with laughter. “Now, under any other circumstance, I would toast my sister’s pettiness with Cristal. But that’s too far!”
“You fucking think?” I laugh a little with her.
Pouting softly, Gina murmurs, “Should I jump on your dick now? Although I sense there’s more, I promise to ride it; pop these hydraulics.”
When I mention my visit to see Gina at Galloway Enterprise, she drops her head. “Poor Nikki.”
“Poor Nikki?” I grit my teeth.
“Hey, you’re a big, confident guy. I was holed up, eating my emotions. Anyway, Nikki’s heard so many horror stories about my history of firing her predecessors. All this drama over Christmas. I would fire myself!” Gina stops laughing, and her face grows serious. “Santi, I have something really, really big to apologize about.”
I thread my fingers through Gina’s hands as her teeth fork over her bottom lip. “Can it be any worse than my television?”
When Gina grimaces, I pull her into my lap. My arms tighten around her, encouraging her to continue.
Wringing her fingers, Gina murmurs, “Well, Gabby, the undercover Grinch, may havepurposefullyruined our lives.” She starts on a conspiracy theory about how Gabriella and Shanda’s sister were once best friends. “I’m not sure if Gabby and Cora are that close. It might be a coincidence.”
“Might be.” My hands clutch into her hips as I contemplate that bitch, Cora, and her friends.
“Santi, baby, you are literally the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me,” Gina whispers. With her palms warm against my abdomen, she squeezes her thighs around my waist. Then she’s running her fingers through my hair, saying, “talk to me.”
“I’m just taking it all in,” I trail off.
“You hate my family and I?” She grimaces.
Running my hands over the slopes along her sides, I assure her, “Granted, I can’t stand your family. I could never hate you.”
“After my birthday,” Gina licks her lips tentatively, “I’ll make that bitch pay. I can’t attest to why Gab would do us like this. But I can make reparations on my knees.”
After her birthday . . .I’ll be sitting in prison for a while. I clasp the hair at the nape of Gina’s neck and command her to get to work. She deserves a good birthday. My dick deserves a good polishing. We deserve for our last moments together to be perfect.
55
Gina
Last night, I almost declared how much I’m in love with Santino Morelli. If I had a way with words, I’d tell him that he’s the sole reason I now know what love is. He captured my heart in ways that my mind has yet to conceive.