The Billionaire's Love Game
“Come on, dear, before you give yourself an aneurysm.”
“I’m not letting this fucker inside my house—”
“Come along, dear,” Mom says to Thorton, ignoring Dad outright. “Would you care for a pot of tea? Maybe a soda?”
“A glass of water would be great.”
“Wait a damn minute!” Dad exclaims.
Mom waves a hand dismissively. “You can wait, Lion. Calm down a bit before you join us, okay?”
In moments like these, I remember how cool my mother can be. Dad may be a hard, cold, badass where the Mafia is concerned, but it takes one hell of a woman to tame him. Her name is Amara, my Mom.