Page 15 of Dirty Deeds
“Wake up, Dan.”
Startled by the sound of Ro’s voice, my eyes spring open and the events of last night immediately come rushing back to me. Arguing with Brent, following him to Brooklyn and confronting him in front of his girlfriend’s house—it was all so fucking stupid of me. I don’t even know what I was trying to accomplish, but what happened after all of that was nothing short of catastrophic.
I push the blanket off me and force myself into a sitting position. My temples pound violently as I try to focus.
“You look like shit.”
My gaze cuts to Ro as she takes a seat on the coffee table in front of me and holds out her hand, offering me a glass of water and two orange pills.
“This will help with the headache.”
I pluck the pills from her hand and knock them back, eager to rid myself of the crippling pain inside my head.
“It’s all over the news,” she continues. “A spokesperson for the campaign made a statement.”
I hand her back the glass of water and drop my head into my hands.
“Do I even want to know?”
“Probably not.” She moves from the coffee table, and I feel the couch dip as she takes a seat next to me. “I let you cry last night, and I did my best not to ask any questions, but that’s over now. Dan, you need to be straight with me. What the hell is going on?”
I peel my hands away from my face and meet her concerned gaze. I haven’t been very fair to her. You see, Ro isn’t just my best friend. She’s Derek’s wife.
“How much did I tell you last night?”
“All you told me was that you and Brent had a fight, and that you followed him to his girlfriend’s house. I didn’t know things got physical or that a member from the Satan’s Knights broke Brent’s eye socket until I turned on the news this morning.”
I sigh.
“He’s not a member of the club. His father is the president.”
“Oh, my apologies. Maybe if my sister-in-law properly briefed me on what the fuck was happening, I’d get the story straight. How the hell do you even know this guy? Does he work at the charity?”
I shake my head and lean my back deeper into the couch cushions.
“I thought he was more involved, but I haven’t seen him any of the times I visited Frankie’s House.”
“Okay, so help me understand how he fits into this twisted equation.”
“Remember that construction worker Brent hired to repair the boat after I caught him cheating on me?”
“The hot guy who jumpstarted your vagina?”
I gawk at her. I swear the shit that comes out of this girl’s mouth.
“That’s one way to put it,” I mutter, combing my fingers through my hair. “Anyway, his name is Enzo Scotto, as in…Alfonse Scotto’s son.”
Ro blinks at me slowly.
“Is that supposed to ring a bell because I sure as fuck don’t know anyone with the name Alfonse.” She shudders slightly. “Geez, I guess his mother didn’t like him very much.” A lightbulb must go off in her head because her eyes suddenly widen, and she slaps my thigh. “Shut the fuck up. Alfonse is Wolf—Wolf is Alfonse. Smoking hot construction worker is the president of the Satan’s Knights son!”
Praise Jesus she made the connection.
“Bingo.”
“Wait a minute, you told me you only saw him that one day on the boat. Did you get his number? Oh my God, Danica! Have you been seeing him this whole time?”
“Not exactly. I mean, he did give me a business card, but I threw it away because I was still married.”
