“What the fuck, Mia?” Ant said, followed by an oof sound as their mother backhanded him in the gut. “What was that for Ma?” he asked looking at Maria.

“Language,” she replied. “It might be fine for you to speak like that on the job site but I will not have that language used under my roof.”

Ant rolled his eyes.

“What’s the problem?” Luca asked, squeezing into the kitchen beside Ant.

“Mia’s got a job at a men’s magazine,” Ant said, his eyebrows pulling down in a frown.

Luca looked at her critically. “I don’t think she has the rack for that,” he said.

Mia shot him the finger...