CALEB
That's when I noticed the gun in Gaetano's hand.
Was he going to shoot me?
“He was going to kill my son for doing something based on your orders!” Gaetano yelled, and I looked at my grandfather in surprise.
“What!” I whispered. Yes, I suspected he was behind it, but I didn't think he orchestrated the whole thing.
“I am the only one permitted to punish or hurt my grandson, no one else. Now sheath that gun back from wherever you'd taken it from.” My grandfather said, nudging the gun in Gaetano's direction.
I watched as Gaetano furiously tucked the gun at the back of his trousers and sat down, glaring lasers at me.
“Attacking a Russo? Are you out of your mind?” My father yelled.
“You should be glad I only attacked him; next time, he'll be six feet under.” I grinded, yanki
