Chapter 114

  Luca raised his hands in surrender and went back to his food.

  As I took a sip of wine, my doorbell rang, and my brother scowled. "Who the hell is that?"

  "Language, Luca."

  "Sorry, Mama," he said, sliding off his stool.

  "I got it," I said.

  "Bree—"

  "It's my door, I got it," I insisted, an...

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