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Her question annoyed me. She still couldn't understand that I was an adult and no longer the family's baby. “Work.” I pulled my chair out to sit and high-fived RJ.
“How are your brothers here on time, yet they work at the same office?” Madre rambled on.
“Probably because they left the mess for me to clean up,” I murmured, taking the wine bottle from Cora.
“Watch yourself.” Savio smacked me on the back of the head.
I flipped him off.
“Savio, stop hitting your brother,” Madre snapped, spooning peas onto SJ’s plate.
I chuckled at him getting into trouble. Savio had kids and was still intimidated when our mom yelled at him.
“Vincenzo, did you sign off on the building inspection?” Pop asked, and I nodded.
“When are you boys going to give me more grandkids?” Madre pointed at Elio and me.
“Never,” I replied, catching Nyla’s eye.
Elio rubbed the back of his neck. It was a nervous habit that meant he was keeping secrets.
“What's for dinner?” I changed the subject.
“You’re trying to avoid my questions.” Madre frowned.
“Pop, please deal with your wife.”
Pop chuckled, and everybody burst into laughter. It was rare that we were all together for a family dinner. Now that Savio, Sante, and Renato had families, it was hard to get them here at the family home all at once.
“She grilled us the same way.” Sante grinned.
“Anyway, Vincenzo, we wanted to know if you've thought about bringing on a second assistant,” Rena prodded.
“No, the assistant I have now is fine.”
“Your current one got fired,” Pop said.
“Angelina’s good at her job.”
Madre pointed her fork at me. “Is she not in love with you because you can't keep it in your pants?”
I felt cheeks turning red at them knowing about Angelina and me. I'd had a few one-night stands with previous assistants, but I had them all sign NDAs.
“Either you find love and marry, or I’ll do it for you,” Madre stated.
“Welcome to the club, brother.” Renato held a fist out for me to bump, and I ignored Madre’s glare.
Madre turned to Nyla. “Nyla, are you not hungry?”
“I already ate,” she answered.
“Even though my son has kept you locked up in his condo, has he treated you respectfully?”
“Yes, Mrs. Calabresi,” Nyla replied.
“Good.”
“We’re getting married,” I blurted.
