Giovanni Caruso walked in circles in front of them. He was talking to someone on the phone. As he talked, his face would transition back and forth from being annoyed to being pissed. Anything beyond those two emotions just bordered on frustration. And quite frankly, after what they had done, he was entitled to being angry.
When he was done with the call, he tossed his phone on the couch and darted his eyes sharply on Ava. She pursed her lips and faked a smile, squeezing herself further into the sofa that she was sitting on. Beside her, Lily was half dead.
“Do you know who that was?” Giovanni asked, referring to the person he was just talking to on the phone.
Ava transferred her gaze to Chris who was holding Lily so she wouldn’t fall off face first from the sofa and then to Percival who
