“He will,” she gives me a reassuring nod. “That’s kind of his thing, right?”
“Yeah. So, I’ll let you know if they make any more threats or if the video is leaked anywhere,” I say awkwardly, not sure what the correct etiquette is for such situations. “And I’m sorry, Toni.”
“Hey, it’s not on you to apologize. I hope you find who did this and that your husband and father deal with them in their own special way, but don’t worry about me. I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees me eating a hot girl’s pussy. Okay?” She winks at me.
“Okay,” I can’t help but laugh at her. She is both the one of the most laid back, and at the same time, aggressive, people I know.
“Hey. Is that why you’ve brought your father? Were you two planning on stuffing me into the trunk of his car or something?” She arches one eyebrow at me and grins, but I know she’s only half joking.
“No, he brought the Bugatti anyway. Not sure you’d fit.”
She nods her agreement just as my father is making his way over to us. “You two all done?” he asks with a smile.
“Yeah,” I say.
“Good. Can I have a word?” he says to her, and suddenly he’s all business. The atmosphere in the small gym changes in an instant.
She narrows her eyes at him. Toni Moretti is nobody’s fool.
“Is this going to be a problem, Toni?” he asks.
“Not for me,” she replies coolly.
“And for Dante and Lorenzo?”
“You know I’ve never lived my life by their rules. They won’t be overly happy if it gets out,” she admits. “Lorenzo won’t be a problem because he still hates me, but Dante might try and do the whole protective big brother thing.”
“And if he does?”
“I assure you it will be the man, or woman, behind the camera who will incur his wrath. Besides, I would never allow anyone to hurt Lucia or your family. You know that.”
“Hmm,” he rubs a hand over his jaw. “You know I needed to make sure that was still the case.”
“I understand, and it is. I owe Alana my life. I’ll never forget that.”
I look between her and my father. This is a new development I had no idea about.
“You have my assurances Jax and me will do everything in our power to destroy those videos and whoever took them,” he says.
I smile at him. Something about the way he talks about him and Jax as though they’re still a team gives me hope. An unexpected sob gets stuck in my throat as I think about my husband. Alone in Dallas, thinking that everyone he loves is against him. What a huge cluster fuck this has all turned into.
“Please, can I drive home?”I ask my father as we reach his Bugatti Veyron.
“Nope. Nobody drives the Bugatti.”
“Mom does,” I remind him.
“Very occasionally, and only when she…” he grins wickedly and shakes his head. “Well, you don’t need to know that,mija.”
“Eurgh.” I pull a face, feigning my disgust. “Fine. I won’t ask again.”
I climb into the passenger seat and try not to think about why he allows my mom to drove his pride and joy sometimes. “So, Toni and mom?” I ask instead, trying to change the subject.
“Yeah?” he replies with a frown.
“Toni said that mom saved her life.”
“Hmm,” he says with a nod.