“You’ll give me that one? You fucking lied to me about your name! You brought my sister into the mob with you!”
“Now, Dominic, lower your voice. They have their reasons for hiding their name.” Mrs. Hardy set her tray of drinks down on the dining room table to the right of the living room and bent to help Izzy clean up the glass she’d broken.
“Mom, you knew?” Izzy whispered.
“Of course I knew. Dante’s mother and I are best friends.”
“Oh my God.” Izzy scoffed. “Youwouldknow and not tell us.”
“You didn’t tell me about being sober and working undercover as an addict, Izzy,” her mom threw back, her brow furrowed like she was hurt by it all.
Jesus, this was a clusterfuck.
Mr. Hardy leaned over to grab the remote like nothing going on was a surprise. “Darcy, Izzy can make her own choices. She’s a grown woman.”
“Don’t involve yourself in our mother-daughter relationship,” Mrs. Hardy threw back, but she had a small smile on her face. She looked back at her daughter. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Izzy nodded but didn’t really meet anyone’s eye.
Cade’s laughter trailed off as he took in the situation. “We should go, Dante.”
That’s when Izzy’s head shot up. “Dante? I’m part of this too.”
“No. You’re done with this.” Suddenly Cade’s voice was firm as he and Izzy stared at each other.
“Izzy, you’re not going anywhere with them,” snarled Dom. “And they’re leaving our house. We don’t need the damn mob here.”
Cade cracked his neck once as he stared at my best friend. “I’m not the mob, Dominic Joseph Hardy. I’m abusinessman. Dante”—he glared at Izzy—“and only Dante, get back to Chicago soon.”
With that, Cade walked out, and Izzy scoffed before stomping off.
“You can go right now,” Dom spat.
“Knock it off, Dom,” Mrs. Hardy chastised. “You two can’t bicker when your sister is sick in there. I’m worried something is wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong other than that she’s mad at me.” As I said it, her door opened.
The commotion must have brought her out to us.
And it died with her standing there. We all stared at Delilah Hardy. She looked like she’d lost weight in the baggy sweatshirt that basically swallowed her up. The bright colors she’d worn in Puerto Rico were gone, replaced by plain white, and her socks were long and black, coming up her calves.
She looked gorgeous. But closed off.
Her hazel eyes didn’t hold much emotion at all, like she was tired of everything.
“That’s not what shut her down,” Dom sneered because he didn’t get it. He didn’t get that Delilah and I were more than friends. “She’s traumatized from being held at gunpoint. You were the reason she was in danger, whether you wanted to be or not. You endangered my baby sisters and—”
“I’m not mad about that, Dom,” Delilah said loud and clear. The entire room looked her way because, according to Izzy, she hadn’t said a word for days. “Dante’s right. I’m mad at him.”
“Of course you are,” Dom croaked. His eyes ping-ponged between us. “You should be mad at him for what he put you through.”
She cleared her throat, but I stopped her. “She’s mad because she thinks I kissed Izzy. That wasn’t what that was, Lilah. You know I wouldn’t let another woman’s mouth on my lips willingly. Not when you’re the girl I love.”
Mr. Hardy muted the television for this one.
Not that he had to. The sound faded away as I looked into my girl’s eyes—hazel sparkling under wet tears. Her chin trembled, and her hands shook. “If you love me, then you’ll know what I’m about to say is the truth.” She took a deep breath. “I think you should try to date Izzy.”
Izzy guffawed and tried to cut her off.