“Have you met my other sons?” The knife in Don Caruso’s hand sliced through the thick meat in his plate with such surgical precision that Ava wondered if he’s been doing it for a living.
She turned her attention towards the three guys in front of her. “We’ve met upstairs. When they came to get us.”
“Hm-mm. And did they introduce themselves?”
“No.”
Don Caruso chewed on his food musingly. “They didn’t?”
The two blonds straightened in their seats and looked up at their father, waiting for a cue to speak. The guy who looked earlier like he was about to swallow Ava up was just eating his food, no longer minding his father.
“Be a gentleman and introduce yourselves to our visitor.” Don Caruso was calm but she still sensed a tightness in his voice.
Ava wondered.
He doesn’t seem to be suc
