Chapter 50 An Outrage

• Vincenzo and Tommaso halted mid-step, turning in unison, their gazes sharp and bodies coiled like springs ready to snap.
• “Well, well, look who decided to meow. I thought you were still busy licking the floor where your daddy walks, Enzo. I’m shocked to hear you’ve got a voice of your own—or are you just parroting what you’ve been told to say?” Vincenzo fired back, tilting his head slightly, his calm laced with provocation, as if he relished watching Enzo squirm.
• “Some of us still have a father to respect,” Enzo shot back, a triumphant smirk curling his lips, each word chosen to slice straight to the bone.