19. Dante

I don't fault Emiliana for thinking Leo is a retard. Thanks to our mother's coddling, he's turned into a fucking sissy. Part of the reason I had my mother move back was so I could whip him into shape. His voice grates on my nerves and I want to cut off his tongue so I never hear his voice again. How can a man be so whiny? Sal catches my gaze, his eyes moving to Emiliana and then back to me. I raise my brow in question. If he's checking her out, I'll gouge out his eyes and make him snack on them. We still haven't talked about him showing up here with my mother and brother unannounced. He should still be looking for Cecilio.

"Dante, did you hear what your wife said about your brother?"

"Is the wound deep? I'll have Mendes come over and patch him up"

"Let me see," she says pulling his shirt so he's at eye level with her. Taking the pan away from Emiliana's hand, I place it back on the sink and thread my fingers with hers.

"Let's go" I murmur, pulling her out