Christian
“Who is there?” Lucio asked after hearing three knocks on the door. “It’s your favorite son!” Christian called out.
Lucio smiled and sat up straight. “Gio? Come in!” He joked. Christian rolled his eyes and opened the door to enter the bedroom. “No, it’s Enzo.” He chuckled. After hearing his son’s name, the look on Lucio’s face had changed. “Then you can go again.” He spoke.
Christian sighed and walked over to the bed to hold his father’s hand. “I know you miss him a lot.”
“I don’t,” Lucio growled. “I won’t forgive him, over my dead body.”
The sound of those words was a nightmare to Christian. He did not wished to see his dad stressed and wanted him to make up with Enzo, but he also didn’t want a repeat of what happened at the Garcia’s estate.
