Chapter 67

“So what else would have you―”

“I said it’s nothing, Antonio, fuck off,” Luca repeated, fishing out three quid and slamming the drawer. Paolo stirred and mumbled something about the colour purple.

“Hey,” Antonio said, catching Luca’s shoulder when he came down. “Look, it’s about that Jack kid, isn’t it?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Antonio’s hand tightened when Luca tried to pull away. “You need to tell them, Luca.”

“I need to tell nobody nothing.”

“You need to―”

“Why?”

Antonio frowned. “Why? He’s dangerous. I mean, I get it, you don’t drag ‘rents into the playground, but this is more than just a bullying twat who’s alright with his fists. You’re going to get hurt.”

“He’s not capable of it,” Luca said flatly. “I freak him out.”

“What, ‘cause you’re bent? Tough shit, he’ll have to―”