"Vincenzo." His father extended his hand for a handshake and I, still staring daggers at his whore of a son, accepted the shake. This was because of Padre. If not, I would sure as hell slap Mr. Giuseppe's hand off me. "Alessio has told me so much about you."

My breathing ceased.

"And I must say what a lovely kid you are." My brows moved a bit in confusion. I risked a glance at Alessio who still had his smirk on. What the fuck was going on?

"Yeah," I replied with my eyes still on Alessio. What was the fucker up to? What game were he and his dad trying...