EIGHT MONTHS LATER
"Oh shit!"
Big Ben looked up from his laptop and saw Bianca staring hard at her phone.
If looks could kill, her glare would have cracked the screen already.
"What is it, B?"
"That motherfucker!" She cursed through her gritted teeth.
"Okay," he set aside his laptop and rose to his feet. "Let me see."
Walking over to her chair, he moved behind so he could see what had her clearly upset.
Bianca's hand covered the screen before he could truly see.
He was about to ask why but she beat him to it and started to explain.
"You know how you told me a few months ago, a social media page for Matteo's kids business popped up right?"
"You mean Luciano?" His forehead creased.
"Yes, Luciano. Who else?"
"Uhmm, first of all, he's not a kid and you could have just said his name."
