My father stormed into the wine cellar, Nico safely in his arms.A second ago, the Vaughns were cursing my name. Now, the blood drained from their faces.Matteo’s eyes bulged. He stared at the kid, lunged forward, and pinched Nico’s cheek, hard."How are you alive?!" he blurted out.Nico wailed from the pain.My father’s eyes went ice-cold. He planted a heavy boot right in Matteo’s chest.Matteo screamed. He flew backward, smashing into a row of oak barrels. Crimson wine mixed with his nosebleed, pooling on the floor."Touch my grandson again, and you're a dead man," my father growled.Matteo curled up on the ground in agony. He clutched his chest, shaking his head in a daze."Impossible. I saw Nico's baby blanket! I saw it with my own eyes!"Suddenly, his pupils shrank. He scrambled up, gritting his teeth, and lunged at me."You knew it wasn't Nico, didn't you?" he demanded. His eyes were bloodshot. "Why didn't you say it was someone else's kid? You played us!"My father's men steppe
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