Book 3 1. You Sent Me Flying
You Sent Me Flying Eleven years later… GIOVANNI Damn. I wanted that drink. I wasn’t the biggest fan of champagne, per se, but even I knew that when you were served a bottle of Salon Blanc de Blancs 1997, you didn’t waste that s**t… and you certainly didn’t throw it at people’s heads… Especially mine. Which is exactly what one of the groomsmen had just done. I never liked weddings. Engagement parties were just as bad. But I’d never been to an engagement party as crazy as this. Then again, I’d never had a “bride-to-be” blowing me in the dance hall’s fancy f*****g bathroom. And I damned sure never had the groom-to-be try to kill me while she was doing it, no less, in the middle of his own f*****g party. I ducked… just as another one of his drunken fists came hurtling in my direction,
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