Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she tilted her head to the side with an exaggerated sigh, her shoulders sagging. Typical teenager, but technically, she might have been considered an adult by law, but not under my roof. Isabel Maranzano has and always will be a little rascal. Which was why as the older sibling I had to make sure she didn’t get into silly troubles.
“Just some friends from school. Nothing crazy, Fratellone. Pleaaasssee don’t start.”
My brow arched up in mock surprise. This girl,
“Let me guess, those girls who think the club is a second home?” my tone hardened slightly. “I don’t like them.”
She rolled her eyes, groaning like the teenager she barely was. “You don’t like anyone I hangout with. Besides, what’s the big deal about clubs anyways? we own a few yourself” s
