"Becky?" Darlene scoffs. "Rebecca Kane sounds like a villain from a daytime soap opera. And she lives in Silver Lake? Dollars to donuts, this ho is an actress."
"Oh, let's see if she has an IMDb page!" Marybeth suggests with glittering brown eyes. She holds up her mobile. "Ah, she was in a Bruno Mars music video. And she models. Where's he taking her?"
"A model?" Irritation surges through me even though I shouldn't care who my fuckboy boss is dating. "Ugh, Vincenzo is soooo basic." I down the last bit of my cocktail. "He took her to Laissez Faire."
Darlene scrunches her nose. "Eww, isn't that the new French restaurant in his own hotel? Cheap."
"Oh, hey, that's not too far from here. Let's go spy on him," says Marybeth.
I make a face and shake my head. "That sounds like the worst idea in the world."
"I think it's time we see the Italian Stallion in action," Darlene says with a smirk. "What if he's really bad with women, and he stutters and spits when he talks?"
I throw an empty shell of edamame at her. "Yeah, okay, that's a thing. He wouldn't have to try hard. He's handsome, well-dressed, wealthy, and has that hoity-toity Downton Abbey accent."
"I think we should spy on him," the blonde insists with a shrug. "Come on, man, give me this. Eddie is out of town for work until Friday, and I have nothing waiting for me at home except my mother and crotch fruits."
"Did you just refer to your children as crotch fruits?" Darlene repeats, scandalized. "You're terrible."
While my two friends bicker, I think about what the Fed told me. There have been six attempts on my boss's life this year alone. As much as I hate the Mob, I don't want anyone capping Vincenzo. Besides, I'm supposed to look after him and report to the Feds, like a proper snitch who doesn't want to go to prison.
"All right," I announce, much to the delight of my two friends. "But I want to go home and get changed first. I look like a middle-aged librarian."