Bellissimo Lotta (Beautiful Struggle): Companion Novel to Bellissimo Fortuna (The Family Trilogy Book 2) by Leigh Ann Lunsford Read Free Book Online Page A

was going to be sniffing around her, I’m glad it’s you.”
    “Thanks.” I wipe a fake tear from my eye. “Hug it out?”
    “Fuck off.” We pick up our gear, and he lets out a long sigh while staring at me. “She’s going to kill me.”
    “Callie?”
    “No, Bianca. You show up tomorrow with a black eye, and I’m fucked.”
    “I can’t ditch her.” Just thinking about what she’s planned for tomorrow night makes me want to fast forward time.
    “Maybe I can buy her something tonight and get her all warm and fuzzy.”
    “Yeah, good luck with that. It was nice knowing you.”
    “Fuck.” I just laugh. “Okay, see you in the morning. “
    “God speed, my friend.”
    “You’re an ass.” I nod my head. I get home and put ice on my eye and thank the heavens he has no clue what we’ve planned for tomorrow night because I wouldn’t have gotten off with one punch.
    The sun is bright, and I keep my sunglasses down as I make my way up the dock. I bend down to help Bronson load up a cooler, and my glasses slip off my head. She bends down to pick them up and sees my eye. I hear her gasp and before I can grab her and talk to her, she has shoved her brother, and he ends up on his ass. Callie slides next to me, “We should have popcorn. It’s going to get interesting in a minute.”
    “ Che cazzo?” Bianca’s hands are flailing, her eyes slits, glaring at Bronson. Her voice is husky, more than likely dry from the screeching. My girl is fucking furious. I glance to Callie, and she is smiling.
    “What’d she say?” I don’t speak Italian.
    “I don’t know, but it’s going to get good. She switches to Italian when she’s really pissed. I know one word was fuck.”
    I lift my eyebrows. “She tried to teach me the bad words one night.”
    “Of course she did.” Bronson is up off his ass, and they are toe to toe. He can’t get a word in edge wise. I step forward to break them up and calm her down.
    “If you value your balls, stay here. It’s not as bad as it seems. She’s hot-headed; he’s stubborn. She will blow up, rage at him until you think she is going to explode, he won’t give in and apologize like he should. She’ll tire out, or run out of cuss words, he’ll give her a kiss to the temple; all will be right in the Agosto siblings’ world.”
    “So what you’re saying is this is par for the course?”
    “Exactly. But hurt her and you won’t have to worry about a black eye. I. Will. End. You.” I didn’t think Callie could be fearsome, but she just scared me.
    “It’s not like that.”
    “Keep telling yourself that.” I’m not discussing it with her.
    “Pompinara.” Bianca is still going at it. Callie laughs. Bronson didn’t like that.
    “She just called him a cock sucker. That one I remember.” I shouldn’t laugh, but I can’t help it. Standing there watching her combust, she is like a hellcat on steroids.
    “Hey. It’s Callie’s birthday! Do you two want to pick this up later?”
    They both glare at me. She throws one more insult at him, he shakes his head and reaches for her, and she slaps his hands. “No, you don’t get to make it all better. God, you’re such a dick.”
    He smiles at her and grabs her by the waist, dragging her to him. I see his lips hit her temple, and I see the fight leave her body. I’m going to have to ask him about that trick. She makes her way over to me. “Looks like the cat’s out of the bag?” She doesn’t answer me. “And can I say I’m so fucking hard after hearing you speak Italian.”
    “ Voglio il tuo cazzo,” she whispers in my ear.
    “Translation?”
    “I want your cock.”
    “Fucking hell, woman. You’re killing me.”
    “I know.” And she gives me the smile I crave; the unreserved one, the one that lights up her entire face and chases the shadows from her eyes.
    “You were like a stick of dynamite. I was waiting for sparks to shoot out of your head.”
    “Remember that. Don’t piss me off.”
    “It’s okay. You