Chapter 9
Junior
“Gio!” My brother’s on the floor, groaning.
“Ow. Fuck.” Gio groans.
I rush to his side and grab under his arm to help him up. “Hey, fratellino. Take it easy.”
Desiree positions herself on the other side of him to help.
“I’m okay. ‘S okay,” Gio says, but he’s panting and wincing and can’t seem to stand up.
“Fanculo,” I swear.
“On three,” Desiree says, totally in charge of the situation, as usual. “One...two...three.” I pull as hard as I can, because I sure as f**k know Desiree’s not strong enough to lift my brother, and we get him up.
His yelp of pain goes right into the center my bones though. My brother’s no pansy. If he’s making sounds like that, he’s in serious pain, and can’t control his own responses to it.
“On his left side,” Desiree directs and we roll him
