CHAPTER 87

“What the fuck, Mia?” Ant said, followed by an oof sound as their mother backhanded him in the gut. “What was that for Ma?” he asked looking at Maria.

“Language,” she replied. “It might be fine for you to speak like that on the job site but I will not have that language used under my roof.”

Ant rolled his eyes.

“What’s the problem?” Luca asked, squeezing into the kitchen beside Ant.

“Mia’s got a job at a men’s magazine,” Ant said, his eyebrows pulling down in a frown.

Luca looked at her critically. “I don’t think she has the rack for that,” he said.

Mia shot him the finger and stuck her tongue out.

“Is this true, Mia?” Frank asked, frowning as he lowered his newspaper.

“It’s not that kind of men’s magazine,” she said. “I already told you all about it last week. Doesn’t anyone listen to me?”

“What’s Minnie Mouse squeaking about now?” Frankie asked pushing past his brothers. Ant and Luca were not ones to let a chance for a bit of argie-bargie go unanswered. They pushed