VINCENZO'S POV
She tensed up as soon as my lips met hers and I hoped she would do what I had in mind.
As expected, a second later, she started trashing about but I gripped her arms roughly and pinned it above her, biting down hard on her lips and making her whimper.
A low chuckle behind me made me finally pull back to see her panting heavily, tears in her eyes.
She didn't even bother to see who it was, she scrambled up the stairs, leaving us there.
Good.
It worked.
"I didn't know you were busy" My father's very much familiar voice rang out and I turned around, a mask of indifference on my face again.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, purposefully swiping at my lower lip with my thumb as I walked over to him.
He gestured to the living room and sat down on a couch. "Aren't I allowed to visit my son again especially after his unceremonious exit weeks ago?"
