“Why? Why do I do this to myself?” he mutters to himself, and we all laugh. “Here you go, ladies. The perfect place to get your nails done. Nico and Oscar are going to check it out first. Hold tight.” He jumps out and heads around the SUV to stand outside our door. We wait ten minutes before Nico comes out and talks to him. Matt nods then opens our door.
“Hustle inside, girls. It’s clear. You have a personal spa day, courtesy of Bash.”
I groan. “I was going to pay.”
Sofia laughs. “Give it up. The man is beyond generous. Besides, if you complain, he would just say he needed to make sure the place was safe and the only way to do that is to buy out the whole place.”
I narrow my eyes at her as we walk through the front door of the spa. “Does this happen often?”
She shrugs.
“Good afternoon, ladies. We have the entire spa available for your use. What would you like to start with? A massage? Hair? Nails?” The woman in front of us is an older lady. Her name badge has the name Rose with the word Manager underneath. I guess we’re getting the real VIP treatment today.
“What do you think, girls?” Sofia turns and gives us a small smile.
I chuckle. “Well, if Bash is paying, I say we do all three. Might as well make the most out of it.”
Izzy frowns, but relents. “Fine, but I want it noted that I do not appreciate the charity. I’m only doing this for you guys.”
“Oh, like it’s such a hardship,” Matt teases. “I’ll pay for you, Isa. You can accept my charity. Call it an early birthday gift.”
“My birthday is in May, Matt.”
“So, I’m ahead of the game. Perfect.” He wraps his arm around her neck then musses her hair.
“Asshole!” She struggles until she’s out of his grasp.
“You love me.”
“Hate. You mean hate.”
“Go get your hair done, sis. It’s looking ratty.”
She flips him off and turns back to the manager. “Hair first, please.”
We all laugh as Rose leads us back to our stylists.
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Lorenzo
“What the fuck? This is not the time, Bash.”
I slam my fist down on the table. What were the girls thinking?
“Calm down, Lo. Don’t make me do something you will regret.”
His stern look does nothing to calm my inner beast, but I try anyway. I respect Bash. It’s the only thing saving me from flying off the handle.
“I think what Lo is trying to convey is, what do they think they’re doing planning a party while we are still knee-deep in Fillipo’s shit?” Gio adds.
I nod to him, letting him know it’s what I meant.
“I don’t really know, but as long as it’s somewhere we can control. I don’t see the need to deny them.”
“Fine. I’m running point on security though,” I demand.
“No can do, Lo. You and Gio are specifically not allowed to go.”