Chapter 17 He Gave Me Power

I nod and lean back in my chair. “Her favorite are the crepes suzette. I had Nonna Francesca make them for her. She takes her coffee with enough sugar to cause a seizure and more cream than any decent Italian would ever put in it.”

Enzo arches an eyebrow at me. “Thanks. I think,” he says.

“Amara never needs my permission. But it does not mean that I do not love her fiercely, and it does not mean that I will not avenge her accordingly.”

Enzo nods and rises. He goes to the espresso machine and begins to prime it. “Alyssa seems okay.”

“She is unharmed.”

“She didn’t tell Anne that you’re her father?”

I go stock still. “No. She did not.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

He’s not looking at me, but I know that this is his version of the same interrogation I just did. I chuckle slightly at that.

I do not have memories of Enzo. He is younger than Joemar and me, only a mere ten months older than Alyssa.

However, I have no doubt that he is as ferocious of an advocate for his sister as I am for mine