His chair turned, facing me now. He got up and creeped out of the shadows. My eyes came face to face with my brother. My eyes meet my Uncle Ramsey. Wait, no f*****g way.
That's why that laughter sounded so familiar. What the hell was he doing in Italy?
“Un—Uncle Ramsey.” I stutter
“Angelo. You know me as Ramsey but my real name is Angelo.” He takes a glass cup from the table close to me, filling it with alcohol, taking a drag.
He came close behind me, trailing his finger down my back.
“Uncle Ramsey.”
“Shhh—we shouldn't be too formal now, shall we?”
“Where's dad?” I blurt out
“That coward.” He laughed and I gulped.
“You know I've always admired you, your soft clear skin—” He sniffed me like a drug “—just the way I like them.”
I felt instantly disgusted. This was my father's fr
