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Saoirse took up her flirty stance, while Jimmy looked friendly.
“Hi, Matty,” Saoirse sang, and put a hand on his thigh.
Jimmy put his arm around Matty’s shoulders. “Matteo.”
I grabbed one of the circular footstool, table like things, and used it to sit right in front of Matty. I grinned at him. “You are one tough son of a bitch to corner,” I said.
“What do you want? Are you going to give me another tattoo?” he growled.
I shook my head. “No, but I do want to have a friendly chat with you.” I reached into my pocket and pushed the record button on the app on my phone. “See, I don’t take kindly to anyone threatening the mother of my child.”
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