Chapter 49

AVA

 " How come you speak Italian?" I ask Asa, dragging down my skirt on his leather seat. 

   I watch him handling the wheel with a new cigarette in between his lips. He turns to look at me on the passenger seat, eyes taking in my form as he smirks.

" You're so curious, aren't you?" He looks back at the road, spurring out his smoke. 

" Well yeah. You spoke in that language in Florence. And your father, Nick, and you, communicated with it back at the mansion. Did you learn it or you guys are Italians?" 

   He sighs and stays quiet for another minute.

" Our mom is Italian. And our father's mother is also Italian. So that's where we got the language from. Mom is full born, including my maternal grandmother." He answers and I nod. 

" Where's she? Your mom?" I ask. Asa's jaw clenched as he stares intently at the road. 

   He hates the topic and I'm hating mys