Matteo’s POV:
It was Sunday evening, we had our weekly Dellucci dinner, and I was f*****g livid. I haven’t been this pissed off in years, and I could tell my brothers felt the same. Nico had already been fifty shades of f****d up from the s**t with his mom, so he was just itching for a fight now.
And just my luck, the last person I could possibly want to see shows up.
I’d been smoking on one of our balconies, trying to put off having to join the colossal mess that was my family, when Catherine rushed out. She glanced over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her, as if making sure she wouldn’t be seen. I rolled my eyes and brought my cigarette to my mouth for a drag. I held it in for longer than usual, letting the nicotine really hit, then I exhaled the smoke.
“Those things cou
