Vincenzo

"Vincenzo." His father extended his hand for a handshake and I, still staring daggers at his whore of a son, accepted the shake. This was because of Padre. If not, I would sure as hell slap Mr. Giuseppe's hand off me. "Alessio has told me so much about you."

My breathing ceased.

"And I must say what a lovely kid you are." My brows moved a bit in confusion. I risked a glance at Alessio who still had his smirk on. What the fuck was going on?

"Yeah," I replied with my eyes still on Alessio. What was the fucker up to? What game were he and his dad trying to play?

"Well, isn't that wonderful?" Padre asked. "Mr. Giuseppe is from the neighboring pack. The Salvatore. They'd been away for some time in Rome only to come back recently. You two will make such a great company."

Definitely not, Padre. No way.

I kept mute, watching Alessio with the eye of an owl.

Someone cleared his throat. Padre.

"So, how have you seen Florence so far? Tuscany in general?"

"Well…" Alessio's father talked contin