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gorgeous face with bedroom eyes, though, I’m not
sure about the last part, but nonetheless, straight men considered
her attractive. I also loved how one side of her black hair was
long, while the other side was short, with patterns shaved into it.
I thought it looked cool, though my grandfather had thrown a fit
when he’d seen it. The thought of my grandfather soured my mood. I
missed the grumpy old man, and was even angrier that the D’Angelos
had stopped me from attending his and Dad’s funerals. The Landi
pricks had surrounded the ceremony, which meant I had to watch it
from a distance through my binoculars.
    “ Matt y, are you listening to me,” Dora
said.
    “ Sorry, got distracted, was thinking about
Grandpa and Dad.”
    She stopped bouncing, her happy expression
gone in an instant. “We will avenge them.”
    I smiled at her. “I love the
words you use , chica.”
    “ Stop speaking to me in
Spanish.”
    “ Spanish, Italian, it’s
all Greek to me.”
    She laughed. “You always cheer
me up.”
    I took a hold of her shoulders and
turned her around. “Well, this place will cheer you up even
more.”
    She squealed. “I love H20! ”
    H20 was the hottest hetero
nightclub on the island, the long line of people waiting outside a
testament to its popularity. Plus, it was the most likely place the
Landi girls would go to on a Friday night. I’d heard that the three
sisters were nightclub junkies, which I didn’t blame them for,
because once you were inside those walls everything changed.
Catholic guilt was dropped off at the door, sin replacing it with a
fucking good time. Damn, just thinking about religion made me think
about what the Padre had done today. I almost felt like not going back to the
house, because it would be impossible to sleep knowing he could
slip into my room at any moment.
    “ You’re off in la la land again,”
Dora said.
    “ I was thinking about the Padre . He was watching me sleeping, and sprung a boner over me .”
    She screwed up her pretty face. “I loathe
that man, and you shouldn’t be in the same house as him. Come stay
with me.”
    “ I can’t; Christo’s back. I need to be
with him,” I said, wondering whether I should tell her about
Christo’s cancer. He’d told me more about it last night. I’d always
thought the man would get throat or lung cancer with the amount he
smoked, but it turned out he had stomach cancer instead.
Regardless, it didn’t matter what type of cancer it was since it
would still have the same outcome: death. Though, he did say there
was a ten percent chance he could survive, but he wasn’t holding
out much hope, since his last treatment hadn’t gone well. I just hoped his
second round of treatments worked better.
    She smiled. “Yeah, Christo will put his
creepo twin in his place.”
    I slung an arm around her.
“Let’s have some fun instead of talking about el creepo.”
    “ Il creepo,” she corrected me, laughing.
“Sheesh, you really like those Spaniards.”
    “ Il , el , it’s all Chinese to me.”
    She laughed again as we
headed towards the front of the line. People watched us, probably
thinking we were famous, because we were hot and they were
not. I
grinned at them, but kept my mouth shut, remembering the last time
I had made a snide remark. A big oaf had tried to hit me when I
told him that only the pretty ones got to skip the line. Of course,
I kicked his ass instead, which led to the bouncer denying me
access to the club. Though, I got the bouncer back for it after he’d finished
his shift. I totally landed him on his ass, telling him the next
time I wanted in, he’d let me or I’d have his
balls—literally.
    I smiled at the bouncer standing in front
of H20’s entrance, happy that it was the same one. His face went
all ‘Oh, fuck’. “Hello, Matteo,” he said in a strained
voice.
    “ Hola ,” I replied back.
    “ What’s a hola? ”
    “ It means hello in Australian,”
I lied. I put an arm around Dora’s shoulders.