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“Did you miss the aim problem?” Tino gestured to the targets on the ground where Nova tossed them. “That gun is a danger to her.”

“Tell her to make sure they eat it. She’s the fucking spawn of Satan. You think she can’t get in a motherfucker’s face and pull the trigger? Give her the 9mm back.”

Nova turned around and stormed out again.

Tino and Carlo went back to standing there in silence before Carlo whispered in Italian, “That was a remarkably simple solution.”

It really was.

Tino felt stupid for not thinking of it.

“My brain’s fucked up,” Tino reminded Carlo. “What’s your excuse?”

Carlo shrugged. “I guess I don’t have one.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“I’ve got something to tell you about anal,” Carina mumbled as she took a long drink from the bottle of Irish Cream and then poured more over her bowl of ice cream in front of her. “As a matter of fact, I think we need to discuss your entire menu.”

Brianna grimaced as she watched Carina eat her second bowl of Irish Cream-covered chocolate ice cream. “I’m pretty sure I’d die if I ate that.”

“I’m pretty sure I’d die if I had to drink vodka and club soda to get lit.” Carina made a gagging sound. “Why is it always vodka with you?”

“It has the least amount of sugar. No carbs.” Brianna took a drink out of her glass pointedly. “I add lime. It’s not that bad.”

Carina made another gagging sound before she went back to her ice cream. “What was I talking about?”

Brianna blinked, realizing she may have had too much vodka and club soda. “I dunno, a menu?”

“Yeah, a menu,” Carina agreed, taking another bite of her ice cream. “I want cake. Do you think it’s too late to order something?”

Brianna picked up her phone and looked at the time. “It’s past midnight. Probably too late for delivery, but we could go somewhere.”

“Ugh, no thanks. I’m too stupid to go somewhere drunk. It’s amazing I manage it sober. Fuck Nova. I don’t have depth perception problems. I’m a great driver, right?”

“Sure.” Brianna nodded. “I mean, I don’t drive, but it looks like you’re doing it right.”

“Why don’t you drive?” Carina barked at her. “I want you to get your driver’s license.”

“I live in Manhattan now. Why do I need it?” Brianna shrugged. “I’m too busy to learn, and there’s always a car when we need it. I bet you could call ten people right now to get your cake.”

“I could,” Carina agreed with wide eyes. “And I need cake. If I get it, will you eat it with me?”

“No, thank you. I have rehearsal tomorrow.” Brianna took another sip of her drink. She tried very hard to ignore the look of hurt from Carina. “Come on, no. I have been partying way too much lately. I need to get back on track and?—”

“Your whole life is on track,” Carina warned her. “And one day, you’re gonna be old and gray and wish you’d enjoyed being young.”

“Carina, you don’t need someone to eat cake with you, just like you don’t need someone to drink with you. That’s irrational reasoning.” Brianna was really certain of it as she took another sip of her drink. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“We’re getting the cake.” Carina held up her phone as evidence. “We’re going to text him, and he’s going to bring it, and you know you’re going to enjoy it when you eat it with me.”

“You really want to text someone and ask them to bring us cake to eat together at midnight? There are already rumors about you eating cake.”

“That’s pie!” Carina shouted so loud that Brianna flinched. “There are rumors about me eating pie! Brianna, how are you my friend? You have to know the term for licking pussy is eating pie. My brother fucks you. I know he tells you these things.”

“I know it’s pie. It sounded right in my mind, but I do know it’s pie,” Brianna assured her. “Your brother loves pie.” She raised her eyebrows wistfully. “When he eats it?—”

Carina coughed over the Irish Cream she was drinking from the bottle. “I think you need to lay off the club soda, and I had something to tell you about that. I remember now.”