Adolfo

We heard from Bianca, who confirmed what we already knew. Her dad was dead.

Dad had told Alessandro that we were going to keep away from Bianca, and Alessandro had answered my behalf. Something that I wasn’t happy about and I didn’t agree to.

I decided to call Dad here so we could talk like men. We could figure out a solution, and we would lay it on the line for him to agree to a way forward. One that didn’t involve stopping us from seeing Bianca.

“Adolfo, where are your brothers?” Dad asked as I opened the door to the apartment. There was no How are you, a hug, or even a handshake. He was as cold as ice, and Rik stood firmly behind him. He was making it tough, but then I never expected it to be easy.

“They’re in the living room. Waiting.”

I moved out of the way so that he could enter. Even though he paid the rent and pretty much provided all the furnishing inside the apartment, he was being respectful as if he had no right to be there. That was one thing about Dad—he believed in res