Marco’s POV
After getting kicked out of Gibson’s Steakhouse, I decided to at least do one thing right, so I went and picked up food for the kids. By the time I got back, it was almost 10 PM, and to say my mom, Liza, was pissed would be an understatement.
"I already fed the kids, mijo, and put them to bed," she said, her arms crossed tight over her chest. The second I stepped through the door, she was on me. "Where the f**k have you been?"
I stood there, silent.
My mom shook her head in disappointment. "Marco, I don’t know what you’re doing, but you need to get your head together for those babies in there. You already lost their mom. If you keep going the way that you are, you’ll lose them too."
She didn’t wait for a response. She just turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the
