"No, I'm not, Salvatore. But listen to me carefully: I don't want you playing with me all the time. I'm not a damn toy, got it? I want to go home."

Danielle and Zane exchanged awkward glances while I pressed my lips together.

"Stop the tantrums. We'll settle this at home. Feed my daughter."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Roxanne turn red, practically steaming with anger.

The rest of the drive to the mansion, ridiculous as it sounds, was quiet. We didn’t face any other incidents, but that woman didn’t speak to me. I didn’t speak either, not wanting to provoke her further—especially not in front...