Asking Georgina to keep her mouth shut was like asking a bear not to s**t in the woods. The first three or four days after getting caught in the back of the family station wagon were uncomfortable. At least once a day, Dante walked in on waitresses and kitchen staff chatting about the boss’s son banging the new busboy. Nobody bothered to ask him, relying solely on what Georgina told them.
Dante ignored the inquiring looks. In a room full of Italians, gossip wasn’t a spectator sport. At least Pop hadn’t wigged out, but he’d known Dante was going to a movie with Izz. Pop’s only concern was if they’d been using protection and if Dante would make sure the back seat was clean and free of ass crack sweat or jizz.
Replaying that conversation in his head made Dante cringe. More so because Pop su
