Children are unpredictable. And they’re honest in a way that adults have forgotten how to be. I have no idea to be a father. The only thing I’ve ever been is a don.
Somehow, I don’t think that’s going to help me here.
“It’s okay to be scared,” Mama says.
It’s like the woman doesn’t know me at all. “I’m not scared,” I snap. “I just have other s**t I need to deal with first. Camila being one.”
Bogdan gives a snort that he tries to hide behind a cough. I glare at him and he looks down at his whiskey glass pointedly.
“If you go any deeper you’re going to get whiskey on your nose,” I drawl.
He gives me a sheepish grin when he looks back up.
“You don’t think I can get her in line?” I press.
“Actually, I do,” he says. “I just don’t think she’ll be happy about it.”
“When I’m done, she wil
