I stared at my father as he sat down at my desk, making himself comfortable as his men fanned out and searched the house. Someone snitched, and I didn't think it was Enzo. I hadn't told him about protecting Grace yet. She saved him at the party, and I couldn't imagine he would betray her like that.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting me, father?" I asked through clenched teeth.
He smiled, his teeth showing through, "I'm just curious why my son decided to bring hell upon himself and go against his father's wishes."
"I haven't—" I started to say, but he stopped me.
"No more lies, son." He shook his head, staring at a picture of me and him at the fairgrounds when we had first moved to the States. "You used to always tell me you would protect the family and the business we worke
