Page 3 of Easy Steal
The alcohol stung in the back of my throat and I pulled a face. I looked over at the table and saw my phone still sitting there, and left the girls to go and retrieve it.
I picked it up, looking down at it as I shuffled my way through the crowd before I bumped into a hard chest.
“Oh,” I looked up at him, “I’m sorry.”
He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked down at me with a smirk on his face.
“Oh you’ve met!” Another drunken slur came from behind us.
Valerie was Antoni’s sister, and Rome’s new sister-in-law. We had only met last night at the bachelorette party, but tonight, she was much more openly drunk. It seemed to give her a confidence that I didn’t notice the night before. She grabbed onto my hand and pulled me close.
“I was going to introduce you,” Val smiled, “Sammy, this is Rome’s friend, Livie. She’s the one with the nice car! You’ll be best friends,” she smiled, leaning against my shoulder.
“Oh, thank you,” I smiled at her.
Valerie was right, my car was my pride and joy, and she kindly let me ramble on about it at the bachelorette party.
So this was the other Santino brother.
He did look a little like Antoni, but it wouldn’t be noticeable if Valerie had not mentioned it. They had a similar hair colour, but his was longer and curlier, and was pulled back into a low bun. His beard was thicker, and his eyes much lighter than Toni’s dark brown. The most noticeable difference, was that he was covered from the neck down in black and grey tattoos.
“Oh really?” Sammy asked, looking me up and down and rubbing his chin as he considered me, “Let me guess. A Range Rover?”
My eyebrows shot up and I pursed my lips, a scoff escaping.
“Oh shit,” Val whispered, hiding behind her brother’s huge frame.
“What… what are you doing?” he asked, looking down at her.
“What does it look like? I’m hiding from your mother.”
“She’s your mother too,” he rolled his eyes.
Before he could say another word, she disappeared into the crowd and made her way to the bar at the back of the large hall. I laughed, and went to step around Sam and make my way to my friends but he grabbed me by the wrist.
“So?” he asked, the smirk still on his face.
“So, what?” I shook my head.
“Was my assumption correct?”
I rolled my eyes, “you think every girl with money dreams of a Range Rover? That that’s what we consider a ‘nice car’?”
“From experience, yes,” he flashed a cheeky grin.
“Well, if we’re making assumptions. Let me guess,” I looked him up and down, “old, beat up, Holden Commodore?”
His mouth opened slightly and he ran his tongue over his teeth.
“Eighty’s model with an RB30 under the hood?” I pushed, crossing my arms.
He pursed his lips together to try and hide his smile.
“So predictable,” I shook my head.
“You know your stuff,” he tilted his head to the side.
“Samuel,” a voice snapped in the distance and we both looked towards it.
