VALENTINA
I glanced at Papa; he seemed confused and was still rubbing his jaw. Although he wasn't hurt by my punch, I still felt guilty for punching my father.
“I’m sorry, Papa.” I caressed his jaw softly. “I had no other choice.”
Papa shook his head. “I told you, you have every right to do so. It’s just I don’t remember why I got hit.”
I didn't say much, but I held his hand. "It's gone now; let's get back to the party," I said, pulling him with me. I didn't want him to worry too much about it; besides, I needed to find out why and how Carmella had such a huge effect on Papa and Uncle Sam. Before that, I could not really say anything because they did not even recall the situation…
At the party, Papa introduced me to some high-ranking members of the pack and later allowed m
