“Do you think Bisque and I are lovers?”
I nod, happy he’s leaving my d**k alone. “Of course. Isn’t that one of the reasons why you dumped me? You two were f*****g each other behind my back.”
Frankly, I could always see why Jenks slept with Danielio Bisquetti, the godfather of his mob unit in Erie. Bisque looked like Chris Hemsworth. A spitting image of the actor. A twin. Just like Peter looked exactly like Jonah Nottingham. Bisque was beautiful: handsome, big in all the right places, brusque and rough. A goddamn beauty. Pure handsome and beef-perfection. Of course they were sleeping/f*****g each other. Whatever. No one could ever convince me otherwise. Then and now.
At the front of the church, Dixie Nottingham hovers over the EMS men and yells, “Is he dead? Is my Peter dead like his twi
