“Do you think he’ll like this?”
Giovanni’s eyes narrowed at the question. “I don’t give a flying f**k if he likes that. I just wish he chokes on it and dies so I can have my weekend back.”
“You know, you don’t really have to go, right?”
Giovanni’s eyes darted from the road to Ava’s face. She looked tired. She was exhausted from the drive and from calling multiple people just so she could get that darn evil incarnate’s order ahead of the opening time.
Preferably, he’d be bitching nonstop throughout the entire ride about Dimitri and his ridiculous requests. But right now, it wasn’t on the table.
He can still do that, of course. But at the expense of what?
“I know I don’t have to,” he retorted, biting back the sarcasm in his tone. “But I want to. I can’t leave you with that asshole the
