.Chris.
I hear my front door close with a bang and pour my glass full again. Feeling the anger as I’m holding the glass, my fingers white against it. I never felt this much anger or hurt. Not even when I found out that Tina was not my sister, Not even when I learned what my brother did to her.
"How many did you have?" I hear his stern voice. Ricco knows I’m not a drinker. I hate to lose control, but now I want to drink, to numb the pain.
"No idea," I answer and plop back on the couch.
Ricco walks to my drinks cabinet and also grabs a glass, pours the drink into it, and takes a big sip.
"Dad called. Luca is on his way. Vince too." He pours more into his glass.
I shake my head. "Just f**king 8 years!" I shout at him.
I hear my front door
"Who gave you all a key?" I ask Ricco, n
