Giovanni's POV
I shuffle out of bed to my feet. The yellow envelope catches my eye on the chair that wasn't there 10 minutes ago. s**t, someone was in here, which means they saw me. f**k I should have made sure the door was locked, although they should have knocked. I hope it wasn't Gia; I don't want to scar her for life or Brandi. I hurry to the bathroom, clean up and grab a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, pull them on and hurry downstairs.
I walk in on Gia straddling that man she's only known a week.
"Papi," she jumps of him, embarrassed.
"Mr.C," he looks at me, grinning. Ugh, I want to shoot him.
"That's Mr.Caputo to you." I shuffle uncomfortably as she fixes her clothes; I sigh; I know she isn't a child, but this still feels so wrong to me. Once she's done, I ask her
