Chapter Sixteen
Dominic
Where one Mancini goes, they all go.
All three women are across from our gate at the airport, scouring the shelves for magazines to take on a two-hour flight to Chicago for my cousin’s wedding. If I was actually with Val, I might suggest we use the first class bathroom ourselves, which my two dickhead brothers are playing rock, paper, scissors for right now.
“I win, and Bella and I get the bathroom.” Carm’s hand is on his palm, ready to play.
“Why do we have to resort to this childish game? I say whoever gets there first wins,” Enzo says.
“You’re in the first row. How’s that fair?”
“I have an idea,” I say. “Try going two hours without f*****g your girlfriends.”
They both crinkle their brows as if they don’t understand how my last name is Mancini.
I sip my c
