“Happiness can exist only in acceptance.”
George Orwell
Antonio’s POV
“Hey brother,” Emily says entering my room the next morning.
“Emily, what are you doing here?” I asked, not in the mood for any shenanigans. Like I’m really pissed since the deal with Marco is happening and my so-called father wouldn’t let me interfere with no evidence.
“I came to say hi to you since today is Sunday and I have today off,” she said sitting on my bed.
“Well you should have called before coming, I’m not in the mood to interact today.” I said, telling her off.
“You’re so mean like your father you know that right?” She asked in an irritated voice.
“He’s your father too,” I retorted.
“Well I’m not the one who’s the Capo,” she replies.
“That doesn’t mean I’m like him, I’m nothing like him. Please don
