Matteo’s POV:
“Here’s a suggestion, how about you—“
“Here’s a suggestion,” I cut him off. “How about you sit the f**k down.”
A tense air crawled through the room on its hands and knees. I leaned back in my chair and cracked my knuckles. There was a restlessness burning beneath my skin, and it had everything to do with the congregation of idiots surrounding me.
Welcome, assholes and assetes, to a Famiglia meeting, where nobody gives a f**k about the other’s opinion, and everyone demands to be obeyed, regardless of actual rank. If Emma thought my family dinners were a mess, she’d go batshit crazy at one of these meetings.
Enzo’s nostrils flared so wide I worried I’d get sucked into them. He cleared his throat awkwardly like he was about to continue. I shot him a glare saying that, u
