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JESSICA
We were rescued from throttling each other by the same object that caused us to fight in the first place. My phone.
It was early in the evening, and my screen popped up a text notification from an unrecognized number: Sup, home-slice? You ready for a girls’ night out?
Who is this, please?
Nonna. Aka. Chillin’ like a villain.
In that case, yes. Most definitely. I can use some chill time with the ladies.
Okay, I’m bringing the car around. Be ready in thirty.
Lorenzo’s inquiry held a note of impatience. “Who was that?”
“That was your Nonna,” my annoyance increased when I found my hands were shaking. By agreeing to stay at Lorenzo’s, I was out of the frying pan into the fire, and now I didn’t even have a car with which to make my escape if the need to do so arose. I was rig
