Chapter 21

Vincenzo

The three of us sat silently around the table: me, Joe Coreo, and his tempered daughter, who had thrown a cake at me.

I had invited them over to talk, but it was really bothering Morales. Showing family they were not the boss over me was a priority, especially after that stunt Aria had pulled yesterday.

The second she mentioned my father, something inside me snapped, yet I remained calm. Making a fuss would make me look like the crazy one, and the Garcias desperately tried to remove that image.

Unlike Aria, I was willing to fight my battles and did not need guidance from someone like Angelo Marino.

All that crap about how I should be grateful to receive her hand in marriage was bull that had undoubtedly come from his mouth. It sounded like something a Marino would say, and all of them were the same. There was no exception.

I should’ve punched him yesterday, something to show him not to cross me—but I didn’t want to lose control and become like my father.

Angelo and I were pla