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“Don’t be an ass. They’re not that bad.”
“Last week, we had to pay a hundred grand in damages to a club because those idiots started a fucking fight.”
“Lorenzo and Enzo started a fight? Are they okay?” I ask. This is the first I’m hearing about it.
“They’re fine, and it wasn’t just the two of them. From what I heard, Aurora started it. Lorenzo and Enzo just ended it.”
I smile. Aurora is Matteo and Savvy’s youngest child. She’s as feisty as they get, but in this world, that’s a good thing.
“Don’t smile like that. Aurora is more reckless than Luca ever was. I swear if I didn’t know she was Matteo’s kid, I’d mistake her for Luca’s,” Theo huffs.
“She’s fine, and I’m sure she had a good reason for whatever she did.”
“Way to admit who your favorite grandchild is,” Theo says.
“Nonsense. I don’t have a favorite,” I assure him.
Being a grandmother is everything. I love every single one of my grandchildren equally. They all have very different personalities. Aurora is just the one who happens to take no shit. But she did grow up with two older, overbearing brothers. There really is no other way she could have turned out.
“Where’s your father?” I ask Theo.
“I just left him in his office. I’m heading home.” He leans down and kisses my cheek.
“Okay. Say hi to Maddie and the kids for me,” I tell him. “I love you.”
“Love you too, Ma,” he says before walking out the door.
I swallow the lump in my throat, push to my feet, and head towards the kitchen for a drink. I need to clear my thoughts before I go and tell T we’re going on an extended holiday.
ChapterTwo
Ever get that feeling that something isn’t right but you can’t quite put your finger on what it is? Yeah, as I walk out of my parents’ house, I can’t help but think life as we know it is about to change.
I don’t know why or what is happening, but my mother wasn’t herself. I know my mom. I know when she’s angry, sad, happy… Today she was… I don’t know what she was, but she wasn’t herself.
And this fucking all-in family trip to Italy? Don’t get me wrong, we go on family vacations, but they’re usually over Christmas. It’s the middle of the year; it’s summer in Europe. You know what that means? It’s fucking hot.
I jump into the car and call Matteo.
“Hey,” he answers.
“Hey, have you been to see Ma recently?” I ask him.
“No, why? What’s wrong?” His voice changes from that carefree tone of his to something deeper, which means he wants me to tell him what I’m thinking.
“I don’t know. Something was… different. Strange. Wrong. Anyway, she wants us all to take a month off and go to Italy,” I say.
“All of us, a whole month? When?”
“Now, I think.”
“Yeah, that’s not going to work. I’ve got shit to do,” he says.
“Ma wants a family vacation. Said some shit about getting old and not being around forever.”
“That’s morbid.”
“That’s what I told her. That being said, we have to make this happen. She also wants your three little devils in tow.”
