I held out my hand to Sam as Anthony walked by and grimaced. He felt the same way I did about this fucker. “Nice to see you again, Sam.”
He placed his hand in mine, gripping it roughly. “I go by Flash now.”
“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Welcome to my home,” I said, pulling him close as I crushed his fingers in my grip. “If you hurt my sister, I’ll fucking bury you. Got me?”
“Easy now, City. I wouldn’t dream of it. We’re just friends.” He stood toe to toe to me, gripping my shoulder.
“I don’t care who the fuck you think you are or what MC you’re in. You’re still Sam to me and I can still whip your ass. Just so we’re clear.” I glared at him. Who the fuck did this punk think he was?
Suzy’s arms slid around me as her tits crushed against my back. “Everything okay, baby?” she asked.
“Just perfect, sugar. This is Sam, Izzy’s friend.”
She released me and held out her hand to him. “Hi, Sam, I’m Suzy. Nice to meet you,” she said smiling, unaffected by his inability to dress up. He had on his MC cut and jeans, classy for the holidays.
“It’s my pleasure, Suzy.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. “You have a beautiful home.”
“Thank you, Sam.”
I growled, wanting to punch him in the face. His eyes flickered to me, his lips turning up in a half-smirk before he looked back to Suzy.
“Joe’s a very lucky man. I hope you don’t mind me crashing the party.” Sam’s eyes flickered to me with a shitty grin before looking at Suzy. I wanted to rip his head off, the fucking weasel.
“Not at all. Come on in and make yourself at home.” Suzy said with a smile.
As Sam walked past me, I glared at him but I knew I should be nice. Suzy stood on her tiptoes, rubbing my cheek and stared at me with her head tilted. “What’s wrong, City?”
I looked down at her, giving her a half-smile. Her kind eyes and big heart always did a number on me. “Nothing, sugar. I just don’t like him.”
“I’m sure he’s harmless. Let’s enjoy our first Thanksgiving in our new home.”
I kissed her hair, taking in the coconut sweetness on the silk strands. “Harmless isn’t a word I’d use to describe Sam, but you’re right, let’s enjoy it.”
“No more sex references either,” she said as she pinched my ass.
“Sugar, I make no promises when it comes to you and that sweet pussy,” I said as I crushed my lips to hers, stealing her breath.
Chapter 3 ~ The Dinner
“What still needs to be done, dear?” Mrs. G asked as I sipped my white wine. “We’re just over a week away.” She smiled, her eyes soft. I knew she was happy and excited. The wedding was all we talked about anymore.
“I think everything is ready. I have a couple to do lists, but it’s last minute stuff.” I set my fork down, unable to take another bite. “Maybe you can look over the seating chart with me one more time while the boys watch football after dinner.”
Her teeth sparkled, as her smile grew wide. “I’d love to help.”
“Me too,” Izzy said from across the table. “Maybe we can have the boys do the dishes for once.” She grinned looking around the table.
“Oh, hell no,” Anthony said. “That’s women’s work.” He shook his head, shoveling another forkful of stuffing in his mouth.
Clinking from all the ladies dropping their forks on the table made me laugh. That wasn’t the thing to say at this table.
“No shock why your ass is still single,” Michael said, slapping Anthony on the back of the head.
“When have we ever done dishes on Thanksgiving? I’m just saying. It’s our job to eat and watch football and the ladies cook and clean. It’s the Italian way.” He smirked and his body jerked. “What the hell was that for?” He looked at Izzy.
“Being a dumbass,” Izzy said as she rolled her eyes.
“Anthony, you boys can handle it this year. The ladies have wedding plans to finalize,” Mrs. G said.
“But Ma,” Anthony replied with wide eyes.
“No buts, mister. There are enough of you that you’ll get it done quickly. Joseph and Suzy’s wedding is more important than football this week.” Her mouth was set in a firm line. Mrs. G was sweet as apple pie, but no one, and I mean no one, challenged her.
“Fine, Ma.” He covered his mouth with his napkin and mumbled.
I bit my lips, stifling my giggle. “We never went around the room sharing what we’re most thankful for.”
“You’re right, Suzy. The boys were so hungry, I didn’t even think about it. Forks down,” Mrs. G said, placing her fork and knife next to her plate.