Silas's POV
"Nonno, I told you I would handle this situation."
"You should never have allowed it to occur in the first place, you fool!" My grandfather's voice boomed across the living room like thunder during a violent storm.
I tightened my jaw, fighting the urge to roll my eyes at him. There he was, pacing the marble floor again, that damn cane clutched in his weathered hand even though his legs worked perfectly fine. He just enjoyed the dramatic crack it made against the tiles whenever his temper flared. And lately, that was every single day.
"Ah, so this tendency runs through our bloodline, does it?" Hugo drawled from his position on the leather sofa, one leg casually draped over the other, wearing that insufferable smirk he always had when he was three drinks deep. "Here I thought I was the only family member bringing shame to our name by chasing women."
