Tony went straight to his father’s suite. He was going to make his Daddy take action by hook or by crook! There’s no way he’d let his Mommy date that Blockbuster King and be cousin-in-laws with that stup*d, curly Sebastian!
“Young master, is there something wrong? You look like a hook got your lips with that pout!” Marino joked, ruffling the boy’s hair. He was guarding the suite’s main door as usual.
The title got Tony’s frown deepening. Staring up at the tall, lean man, he scrunched his nose. He didn’t like being called young master at all! It makes people feel so distant!
Did Daddy grow up being called like this, too? I don’t like it! I just want to be Tony and I want the uncles to treat me like a normal kid. I don’t enjoy the feeling of being looked upon as a VIP. It’s boring to be w
