Page 44 of Heartless Sinner

My fucking name.

“Brooks.”

There it fucking was.

I was still riding the high of hearing Daphne moan my name when my phone vibrated.

Enzo: Cory put in a request, asking about his Fawn application for Daphne. Put yours in NOW.

That fucking asshole.

He agreed to drop his Selection, and now he was pulling this bullshit?

Me: Aren’t you supposed to be on vacation with YOUR Fawn?

My phone immediately rang. I closed out of Daphne’s feed before answering.

“First off, she’s not just my fucking Fawn,” Enzo snapped on the other line.

I tucked my phone between my shoulder and ear and lit another blunt.

“Where are you?”

“Calira.”

“Goddamn it, Brooks.”

“Sent here by the president,” I lied. “And relax. I’m not going to do anything stupid.”

He snorted. “I don’t believe you.”

Smart man.

“Why aren’t you enjoying your trip with your Fawn?”

Enzo had told Blair they were spending the break at the Marchetti mansion before surprising her with Italy.

“You refer to her as just a Fawn again, and I’ll cross the fucking Mediterranean to rip your throat out. She’s about to become my wife. I’m proposing to her.”

I nearly choked on my hit. “I love you, man, but you haven’t even graduated from college yet. Marriage? Not smart.”

“It is fucking smart when I know this is what I want for the rest of my life.”

“Does your father know?” I asked.

“He’s not happy, but Mom is. And you know how she wins with him sometimes.”

Cristian Marchetti never agreed to shit unless there was something in it for him.

Marriage included.

“I’d hate to be in the room with him right now,” I commented.

“I’m sure he’ll find someone to take that anger out on.”

I already felt bad for whoever that poor bastard was.

“I want you to be a groomsman, of course.”