I laugh darkly, thinking about how I beat a man within an inch of his life only a few hours ago, about Felice and his fatherless daughter and sonless mother and how f****d this all is. I want to hold Dani close and tell her everything. It’s distracting and completely unlike me.
“I’m getting a drink,” I say instead of answering her question. “You might want to have one, too.”
“Your parents can’t be that bad!” she calls as I walk over to the bar. But I can see she isn’t pleased with it. “You make them sound like a nightmare.”
“You don’t know my father,” I reply by way of explanation.
I pause and think about it. “He’s Carlo De Maggio,” I answer finally. I shrug. What else is there to say?
When we arrive at my parent’s mansion, I glance at Dani to see if she’s impressed. It’s in a nice ne
