I calmed down a bit.
Russo chuckles "You've got yourself a feisty one here, Nipote" His booming laughter resonates throughout the room. He had completely deviated from the previous conversation.
He studies me "You've got your father's eyes, It looks like you've got his balls too."
He continues "Your father must have left you with a hefty will, what did dear old daddy put in his will?"
I clench my hand together at the mention of my father.
"That's none of your business, Russo" Giovanni says but his words reveal simmering anger as the room grows hotter.
I gently placed my hand on his thighs from under the table, he grabs my hand and squeezes it slightly without looking at me.
"Why so serious, nipote? This is meant to be a warm dinner right? It's all jokes" He laughs, the sound
