They all tuned the gun in his hand. His eyes blazing, cold. ‘He was never my father.’ He said coldly.
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The cars pulled in front of the mansion Mateo had his gun ready, but he had not fired it neither had Luca or Gianni but Marco. ‘He was never my father.’ Rang through Metteo’s head. He knew he’d only just met the man who had claimed to be his father but he did not expect to shot him and blow his fucking brains out and splatter them across the walls of his study. He hadn’t long met his real father Gianni but he and Gianni were both on the same page so why weren’t he and Raven?