Beau
I hated this. I hated it so damn much. I could feel Gio’s heartbreak. I could feel how he thought he was a disappointment, and all it did was piss me off. We sat around my old oak dining table that my grandfather had made for my grandmother when they led our pack. Asher had made some kind of Italian dish. He called it Bolognese, whatever that was. It smelled good though and I have never eaten anything bad that Asher has made.
“This is a lovely mean, Asher. Grazie, figlio mio.” Francesca said with a kind smile. Asher smiled gently at her and nodded.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mamma.” He said. Gio peeked his head up and smiled graciously at his mother. Antonio just glared at Francesca. The table was silent and felt awkward. Caterina, sensing the discomfort, broke the uncomfortable
