Chapter 27

Alessandro’s POV

“Hijo.”

You would think that I’d have at least gotten used to his term of endearment. I thought so, too, but apparently, I was wrong. If anything, it only infuriated me the most. It made my blood boil. I never got that as a child, not from him or anyone else, so why now?

“Son, come on. We don’t have to do this.”

“Actually, we do.” I twirled a ballpoint pen between my fingers. “We really do.”

“Why?” I could practically taste the begging and desperation in his voice. It wasn’t tasty enough, but a little more spice, and we’d get there. “Why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me? To your familia?”

“Familia?” I scoffed as the pen slipped from my grip. Familia? I’d stopped believing in that word a long time ago, and funny enough, my ears were this close to bleeding from hearing it all the time.

Familia. Familia. Familia.

Like it actually meant anything to any of them.

“But we are family, Alessandro.”