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answer now because I have to leave for a fitting and then meet my future wife for lunch. Don’t want to be late. My little darling’s too British.”
    “Answer to what?”
    Rocco raised his brows. “You as best man at my fucking wedding, what else? I didn’t brave the traffic just to see if you’re wounded with the barbs that the Agnellis are throwing at you in the media. I know that your hide is too thick to be pierced by those cazzos . Because you’re a bigger cazzo .”
    “No,” he said to annoy his friend.
    “Yes, you will! Mama actually insisted that you’ll have to be in the entourage. Care to say that to my mother?”
    “Shit,” Lonzo muttered. He wouldn’t be able to say no to Rocco’s mom. She was like a surrogate mother to him. One of a handful of women he held in the highest esteem.
    His evil friend knew how to use his aces well. Dickhead.
    “So are you coming or not?”
    “Do I have a choice?”
    He hated the idea of attending weddings.
    Rocco cackled like a hyena. He knew he got his affirmative in the bag. Douche. His friend whistled a soundless tune as he locked his arms behind his head.
    Lonzo wanted to shoot him.
    “I am busy. You know your way out,” he replied dismissively.
    “By the way, here’s an incentive for your attendance: Mel’s asking her best friend to be the maid of honor. You may want to check her out.”
    “And why would I do that?”
    “Duh. Because she’s a supermodel.”
    He sneered at Rocco. “And so? Aside from the height and their more-than-average vanity, they’re no different than other women. Unlike you, my friend, I know where women stand in my life. Or rather, I prefer them on their backs.”
    “She’s Jordana Almueda. Half of my male relatives are actually hankering me for her number.”
    The name rang a bell. Then it registered inside his head. She was the swimsuit and Victoria’s Secret supermodel who swore she was a virgin.
    He snorted.
    She was in no way different from the supposed virgins who auctioned their hymens over eBay. She had asked for the attention. The media went crazy over her ‘revelation’ and was now on the paparazzi watch list 24/7.
    A glamorous profile picture of her flashed on television a few nights ago. Quite a stunner. Beautiful, in fact. In an unconventional way. He’d never met her in person. Not that he was interested. He didn’t go out of his way to meet women. They came to him, not the other way around.
    She’s got curves in all the right places, all right. More than likely, she’d be lacking in gray matter. Not that he cared about a woman’s mind either. He had never let any woman get into his mind or near his heart. Only his cock.
    “I’m not one of your relatives, Rocco. Thank God for small mercies. Besides, she’s one of those publicity-hungry types who needs constant attention.”
    “You’re becoming too cynical, man. Mel stands by what she said. My bride says her best friend really is a virtuous woman. She walks the talk. I even heard she reads the bible while getting primped.”
    He finally snorted. Virtuous women? Hah! No such creatures. They were just women who never got themselves caught while doing something naughty.
    “Rocco, really…you now subscribe to gossip mags?! You actually believe that crap manufactured by publicists? She poses in racy mags, wearing practically nothing to rouse us poor males into a frenzied state and you want me to believe that she’s untouched?” he said incredulously.
    “Haven’t met her yet. But I do believe my bride-to-be. Mel says she’s innocent. So that’s that.”
    “Then you’ve been turned into a gullible fool. Sheesh. Virginity and lingerie don’t mix. They just don’t. She’s just putting on a publicity stunt for additional media mileage. That’s how it’s done now in the era of the Kardashians and the Bored-Housewives-of-Jersey.”
    Rocco just shook his head at him. “Jesus, Lonzo…you really are a lost cause! You already wrote a hundred-page