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LEONE “Does she even love you— I gather she isn’t Italian either?” My father’s words cut off when her voice filters through the door as she and Milo move past my office. My Father turns, and I stare at it for a second as her voice grows fainter along with Milo’s. He turns back to me, his lips pursed. “Right, well then, let’s meet her?” he demands as he turns towards the door before I can refuse him. I curse under my breath while my brother snickers at my expense. My father never bitched him out for being willing to marry into the Mexican cartel, so he can hardly be upset over Fallon not being Italian. I stand up and grab him by the back of his shirt, ripping him backward. “A word of advice, brother. She is off limits, hai capito?” Dante’s eyes widen before a smirk spreads across his face. “Oh, I get it now,” he taunts before I let him go. “You don’t want me around her because you’re afraid she’ll prefer me over you… Just like Lydia.” He saunters off after my father, and I suck in a bre