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“My little devils are perfect. Don’t be jealous because your offspring isn’t as great as mine, Theo. It isn’t a good look on you.”
“My offspring didn’t cost us a hundred grand in damages last week, Matteo. I’m not bailing them out of an Italian jail,” I remind him.
“Considering I’m the lawyer here, it’ll be me bailing them out. Which I won’t have to do because no cops over there are stupid enough to put a Valentino behind bars to begin with.” He laughs.
“Did Aurora ever end up saying why she stabbed that guy in the first place?” I ask him.
“Nope, they’re all tightlipped about it. Bastards are too fucking loyal to each other,” Matteo says.
“Tell Liv about the vacation. She can make sure Romeo finds the time off,” I say.
Romeo’s wife Livvy and Matteo run the law firm together. Romeo never stops working. It’s like he thinks he’ll lose brain cells if he takes a fucking break.
“Will do. You gonna call Luc?” Matteo asks me.
“Yeah, I’ll hit him up now.”
“Okay, see you Sunday,” he says. I disconnect the call and dial Luca. He doesn’t answer so I leave him a message.
Twenty minutes later, I pull into my driveway and enter the code on the gates. I park the car in the garage and make my way through the house. The front hall leads to the kitchen, where I grab a bottle of water out of the fridge and continue in search of my wife. What I find in the living room isn’t Maddy, though. I pull the gun out of the holster on my chest and aim it at the fucker’s head.
“You have three seconds to get the fuck off my daughter before I splatter your brains all over the fucking carpet. Which would be a shame because my wife really likes these carpets,” I say, clicking the safety off.
“Ah, Daddy, what the hell?” Liliana shrieks.
“One…” I start counting, and the little shit scrambles to his feet.
“Um, Mr. Valentino, s-s-sorry. I didn’t know you were home,” he says, while holding his palms in the air.
I pull my phone out of my pocket with my free hand and hit a name in my contacts. “Matteo, I’m gonna need a clean-up crew at my house,” I tell my brother.
“What for?”
“Just caught some guy groping my daughter on my fucking sofa,” I grunt in response.
“Be right there,” Matteo says before hanging up.
“Okay, stop.” Liliana stands in front of me, takes the gun out of my hands, and turns back to the guy. “Sorry, Travis, you have to go. Now,” she says.
“Okay, I’ll call you,” he replies.
“Don’t bother,” I tell him as he practically runs to the front door.
“Oh my god! Mom!” Liliana screams at the top of her lungs, and my wife comes rushing into the room.
“What? What happened?” she asks.
“Dad just threatened to shoot Travis. Tell him to stop doing that.”
“Really, Theo? She’s twenty-five years old,” Maddie scolds me.
“I don’t care if she’s fucking fifty. I’m not coming home to watch a dipshit grope her on our sofa.”
“Fine, I’ll move out,” Liliana threatens.
“You’re not moving out,” I growl.
“Try to stop me.” She stomps off down the hall like she’s done so many times over the years with similar threats.
