The moment Tony walked through the door, I was on him. “What the hell were you thinking?”
I stepped forward, my fists clenched, trying to keep control. The image of him sneaking a slice of pizza to Grace replayed in my mind, each second stoking my anger. He didn’t just disobey me—he went behind my back. “I saw you, Tony. I saw you give her pizza. Are you trying to undermine everything I’ve done to keep her in line?”
Tony didn’t flinch. Calm as ever, even with me closing in on him, fists ready to fly. He was tough, I’d give him that, but tough doesn’t mean smart. He should know better than to think he can get away with something like this.
“It’s not what you think, boss,” Tony said, holding his hands up like he was trying to keep the peace.
“Not what I think? You sneaking her food, and
