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Angelo exhales softly, his gaze shifting to me. “Anything you’d like to say,” he says, his voice softer now. I then turn to look at the rest of them just as their attention turns to me.
I nod, though I’m not entirely sure. “Just, try not to kill each other…” I murmur, forcing a small smile… just as Cat and Frankie exchange glances with each other and walk away sharply.
The drive back to the house is quieter than I expected. Angelo seems preoccupied, his eyes fixed on the road, his hand resting casually on the gear shift. I watch him from the passenger seat, sneaking glances when I think he won’t notice.
Caterina and Frankie's argument plays in my mind. And in all honesty, I'm glad Cat was able to speak up in front of Frankie, and let her know that we can't be messed wit
