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Me:
Find out who that asshole is: name, address, and who he’s dating… or was dating.
Neo:
On it, boss.
I roll my eyes at the title and tuck my phone into my pocket again. Ten minutes later, my driver pulls up to Matteo and Savannah’s house.
“I got it from here. Thanks for the ride, Nonno.” Aurora leans over and kisses my cheek.
“Nice try, sweetheart. I’m coming in,” I tell her.
“Argh, they’re going to ground me for life,” she groans.
“Good. They need to,” I say, leading Aurora up the front steps before opening the door to the house. “Matteo, Savvy, I’m returning one of your demons,” I yell out.
“In the kitchen,” Savvy yells back. I walk in that direction and find Savvy and Lorenzo seated at the table.
ChapterTen
Iwalk into my house, through the garage door that leads into the kitchen, only to find utter fucking chaos waiting for me inside. Really, I should be used to it by now. I swear all my children inherited the best parts of me and my wife. As a result, they’re all strong fucking headed.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask, raising my voice above the screaming coming from Aurora and Lorenzo. Savvy and my dad are both standing off to one side, just watching the two siblings go at it.
“Your daughter was trying to provoke some asshole to hit her in a bar, so she could stab him and make it look like self-defense,” my dad says, lifting one eyebrow at me in unspoken question.
I smile briefly.Smart kid.And then his words sink in…
“Someone hit her?” I storm up to my daughter. I turn her face in my direction, inspecting every inch of her skin. There’s not a mark on her. Unfortunately, Aurora looks just like her mother. Fucking beautiful. Which means not only does she look older than her eighteen years, she also attracts the attention of fucking guys everywhere. “What were you doing at a bar? We talked about this,” I ask her, letting go of her face now that I’m satisfied that she hasn’t actually been hit.
“I broke the guy’s wrist before he made contact,” Pops says.
“Nice one.” I nod at him before turning back to my daughter. “Aurora, what were you doing at a bar?”
“All right, this is on you to handle.” My dad points to me while muttering under his breath, “I’m too old for this shit.” He rakes an exhausted hand through his hair, then gestures to Aurora and Lorenzo. “Rein your shit in, you two. If you fuck up this Italy trip for your grandmother, there will be hell to pay. Hear me?”
I smile. It’s the same way he used to threaten me and my brothers when we were kids. Never really worked back then either. He might be the ruthless Don to everyone else. But to us, he’s just Dad and Granddad.
I wait for Pops to walk out of the door. Savvy and I have a different method of parenting, one that really doesn’t seem to be working too well at the moment. We’ve never given our children strict rules, wanting them to learn from their own mistakes and think for themselves.
“Aurora, I’m waiting for an answer.” My glare lands on my daughter.
“I wanted to hurt him, because he hurt one of my friends,” she says.
“Which friend?” Lorenzo asks her.
“I can’t say. I swore I wouldn’t tell. Please, just… I was trying to make him hurt—that’s all,” Aurora says with those doe eyes of hers.
“I get why you did it, but you need to stop putting yourself in these situations, Aurora. You’re eighteen. You shouldn’t even be in any bars,” I remind her.
“I was only there because I knewhewould be. It wasn’t like I was drinking,” she says.
“Again, you’re eighteen. You shouldn’t be drinking at all anywhere.” I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at her.
“I’ll be the legal drinking age in Italy,” Aurora says with a smirk that tells me she knows she’s being a smart-ass.
“I can leave you home,” I counter.
