IRISH POV I didn’t stay to hear the rest of it. I went over to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. It has been one hell of a discovery. Mummy spent the best part of her life gambling and resenting Mr. Smith, who apparently is my father, while he spent his time mourning his dear loved one. How pathetic. I didn’t know how to feel about all of this. Finding out my father isn’t an asshole, and that he is one hell of a fine man, made me truly forgive my mum. I mean, the man is cute. I don’t know how to act around him. I have spent almost all my life resenting him as well for what his absence did to us. I took a bottle of water and turned to go. My heart almost dropped when I bumped into Diego standing right in the kitchen. “You scared me!” I held my chest. I wanted to ask him how he got here, but that would be a silly question. The mafia king appears anytime. “Sorry about that.” I was already taking the water when I noticed him staring at me intensely. “Nigga, I know my face is
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