Christian “It’s nice to see all of you get along for once.” Lucio smiled at his sons. Everyone was slowly starting to arrive at the venue for the photo shoot, in the dress code Lucio had decided. Gio proudly showed off his new son to Enzo and his dad, while Christian was unable to follow the conve
“Excuse me. There’s something I have to take care of.” Christian took a deep breath as he stepped away from his family, to make his way to Serena. “What are you guys talking about?” Christian interrupted the two. He stuck out his hand to take Siena from Serena’s hand, but she turned away with a sli
The room was silent as a grave as we all stared at each other. Beau glared at Johnny while Johnny looked at Luke, Carmen, and his younger cousin, Kenzo—while I couldn’t take my eyes off Dario. I knew he had to be there for the conversation, considering any feud within the family business also invol
“Christian, say something,” I whispered as I slightly nudged his shoulder. “You said he owed them an apology!” Christian seemed uncomfortable, and it was probably because he was in the middle of all of this. “I—“ He sighed with a hopeless expression on his face. “I—“ “Yes?” I furrowed my brow. He
“I’m not telling you to forgive him. I’m telling you to keep it together.” Dario stated. It was not a request, but an order—but it somehow seemed to be working. “Listen!” Dario continued. “After we’ve caught my dad—you can all slaughter each other for all I care—but we’re not going to beat him like
About an hour had passed, and there was still no sign of Luca. Even then—we had already taken most of the pictures but still stuck around hoping for the best. Family members were getting impatient, and time was ticking. “Can’t Johnny call him?” I asked Christian, who immediately shook his head. “I
I focused on Siena, who was half asleep in Christian’s arms, and couldn’t help but feel sorry. She was supposed to be at home, but instead, we were here—wasting time waiting for the person who probably wanted her dead. “I’ll take her!” I told Christian as I grabbed her from his hands. I stepped bac
“I’m sorry, I-I don’t understand—“ “Now that you’re here, you might as well deliver a message to Dario,” Berto whispered. “Tell my son that I brought him a small present...for taking over the family business and for betraying me.” Berto turned around and made his way outside, while I was confused