Enzo
Just a few moments after I watched Nina walk away, I heard a familiar voice upstairs: my father. s**t, I thought to myself as I locked Ronan in the basement room once more and started to head upstairs after Nina. There was no doubt that my father had just unceremoniously met Nina, judging from the sounds of their voices mixing together.
When I emerged from the basement, Nina was standing in the living room. She glanced over at me with wide eyes before my father stepped into view.
“Ah, Enzo,” my father said, folding his arms. “Good to see you. I had thought for a moment that your friend here came alone.”
“I can explain,” I began, to which my father interrupted me with a raise of his hand and a shake of his head.
“No need,” he said. “I’ll deal with Ronan. I know his father.” There
