#Chapter 143 – Target Practice

About four hours later, I’m all dressed and ready to go. Nico and Christian are in the living room dressed in suits, coordinating the final details of something on their phones, so Frankie and I are just…waiting. “Are we sure about this?” I ask, looking down at the coordinated sweatsuit that Nico made me buy when we went shopping for my outfit for dinner with the family. It’s a deep grey, almost black athleisure set and, I mean, I look good in it, but… “Yes, it’s perfect,” Frankie says, leaning against the counter next to me and taking a sip from the water glass in his hands. He smirks, looking me up and down. “You look every inch the bored mafia donna who spends all of her time working out and all of her money on four-hundred-dollar gym outfits.” I groan, crossing my arms over my chest and feeling self-conscious. “I don’t work out at all,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Nor am I comfortable spending that much on what I could get at TJMaxx for fifteen bucks. It’s all a lie, and ever