Rafael’s POV
Italy
The flight home left me restless. By the time the car stopped at the Santoro estate, my chest was tight with unease. Men lined the entrance, waiting to greet me. I didn’t respond. I walked past them straight into the study.
I opened the door....
Inside, my father sat at the head of the long table, his expression unreadable. My step brothers, Don and Matteo, stood at his side. Matteo’s faint smirk met my eyes before Father’s voice broke the silence.
“Everyone out.”
The men left quickly. My brothers followed, their looks lingering with quiet amusement before the door shut behind them.
“Father…” I began. “I found a girl—”
“Sit,” he cut in sharply.
"Wine?"
He asked which I nodded
He opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and slid one across the table. He d
