Luca
“Ciao momma, you’re looking good.”
“Do not try to sweet talk me, young man; I know I look good; where do you think you get it from?”
“Good point. I have Gio Jr. Did you want to see him?”
“No. He’s coming home with me, so I’ll see him then,” she quickly replied, dodging my best defenses with ease.
“Fine. I’m ready; let me have it,” I finally said. My mother was obviously here on a mission, and it was time for me to face the music.
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
“Who? What do you mean, who? Your mate, Luchenzo!”
“Gabby is in the bedroom, and Rachel is hiding around the corner.”
“Rachel, come out here, Bella! Let me see you,” Mom called out. She gave me the angry mom look I’d prepared for, but if she was going to spare me the verbal tongue lashing,
