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“I did,” my husband says.
It took a while for T to acknowledge Al as his father. But now they have a good relationship. Although my husband refuses to take the Donatello name, saying he was raised a Valentino and will die one too. He has a lot of respect for the man who raised him like his own. I wish I had the chance to meet the Don I’ve heard so much about over the years, but he was killed not long after I met T.
“And did he say we can use the estate?”
“Why do you want to use the Donatello estate instead of the Valentino estate?” T presses me.
“It’s bigger, and there’re a lot of us.” I shrug.
“We can use it.”
“Great. I have to start packing,” I tell him, stepping out of his arms.
“Or we could uninvite everyone and just go ourselves. You could walk around naked all day.”
“In front of all your soldiers?” I fire back with a questioning brow.
“What? No, I’d make them turn around, Holly,” he grunts, like that much should be obvious.
The front door bangs open, interrupting my reply, and T pulls a pistol out of the holster on his chest and walks out to the foyer. I follow behind him, only to find our granddaughter standing there, staring back at us.
“Nonno, I need a gun and Dad won’t give me one,” Tilly says, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
T tucks his sidearm away before glaring at her. “What do you need a gun for, Tilly?” he asks.
“If Romeo won’t give her one, he has a good reason, T,” I remind my husband.
“No, he just thinks that I’m a girl and can’t take care of my own business, Nonna,” Tilly huffs.
“What business?” I question her.
“I can’t tell you that.” She crosses her arms over her chest.
“Tilly, what’s going on? If you want me to strap you up, I need to know why,” T says.
She chews on her lower lip. “He cheated on me, and I want to blow his fucking dick off so he can never use it again,” she says.
“Who ishe?” T growls.
“Okay, T, I’ve got this,” I interject, glaring at my husband before stepping in front of him. “Tilly, come with me.” I take my granddaughter’s hand and lead her into the living room, where I sit her down. “You know you can’t just go and shoot someone because they cheated on you, right?” I tell her.
“The hell she can’t,” my husband grunts from behind me.
“T, you’re not helping,” I hiss at him.
“What? Anyone who makes her look like that deserves more than a blown-off dick. What’s his name, Tilly?” T asks again.
“Tilly, you’re upset and not thinking rationally. Trust me, it hurts now but it’s going to be okay. You’re not going to kill someone because they are unworthy of you. If that were the case, there wouldn’t be any men left on this planet.”
This makes her laugh. “Nonna, I thought he was the one, and then I found him with my friend Sasha.”
“Well, first of all, Sasha isn’t your friend if she did that. Second, he’s not the one, never was. Trust me, baby, when you find the one, you’ll know for sure.”
“I really liked him.”
“What’s his name, Tilly?” T asks for a third time. He’s still standing in the doorway. I can feel his eyes boring into my back as he plans this boy’s demise.
“It doesn’t matter. Nonna is right. I’m just upset,” Tilly says. “Sorry for barging in here like this.”
