ANTHONY'S POV
"You need to know your position in this family..." he had said to me. The statement taunted me over and over again reminding me of where I came from.
An orphanage.
I stood outside the balcony of my quarters with a glass of whiskey lost in thought. Matteo's father had hit a nerve, and it hadn't gone unnoticed. He always had some kind of resentment towards me for reasons I couldn't tell. Maybe he didn't like the fact I wasn't his wife's blood brother but some mutt her father had picked up from a rundown orphanage.
"Anthony?" I hear Bella's voice. It was soft, but it pulled me from my thoughts. Turning to face her, at first, I was surprised to see her here worried that her father would get more furious that she was here after what happened tonight but on the other
