Chapter Four
Carm
Every Thursday, my two older brothers and I lunch at the Trading Post. As I walk through the lunch crowd to our usual table that Dom always secures, I shake hands and slap the backs of some other regulars.
“About f*****g time,” Dom groans. Seriously, could the man be happy for once?
“Then let’s do dinner instead of lunch. I am a real estate broker.”
My older brother places his fork down and wipes his mouth, his tie swung over his shoulder in case he spills. He’s my brother and all, but he looks like a d**k.
“He finally made it.” Enzo eyes Dom across the table and winks, downing a big gulp of water.
“Um… not to be mean, you don’t have s**t to do except get your girlfriend off.”
“I just snagged a big client today,” Enzo says. “Annie and I are going to celebrate toni
