•103•You Had No Right

“This again?” Skylar scowled at him, her face a mask of frustration. Deceptive frustration. “What the hell is wrong with you, Luca? Look, I don't know whatever your mum told you, but you've got to get it out of your head. Austin is not your son!”

“Oh, do tell me, Skylar. Just what could my mum have told me?” He tipped his head sarcastically, his chest constricting at the lies she was still continuing to tell.

“You know what? I can't deal with this. Leave me the hell alone, Luca.” She screamed and immediately turned to get back inside.

But of course he wasn't going to allow her to do that. He grabbed her by arm, keeping her in place as the lid over his rage threatened to flip off.

“I fucking know he's my son, Skylar. I have a paternity test to prove it!”

That got her. Spinning around, she jerked her arm from his hold, her eyes widening. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“This." Luca hissed through gritted teeth, reaching into the inner pocket of his tuxedo and pulling the envelope