My hand froze on the door handle. I knew that accent of order so well. A shower of recognition washed me over. Now I can understand.
With a smirk, I sniffed, “Engagement?”
I met their eyes with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. “To get engaged to one of your ally mobsters?” Then paused with a challenge. "No, thanks. I'm fine with my normal life, raising my son.”
My heavy words echoed through the room. No one should say No to Papa. Their expressions were varied, though.
But Papa’s gaze was the one that caught my attention for a brief moment. He stared deep into my eyes as if he were trying to read me.
“That’s a brave talk from a little brat to say to modsters,” Luca sniffed back with a sarcastic tone, emphasizing the last word. He was now sitting on one of the wide couches.
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