Chapter 197. Pride Feast on Your Fear

Rico watched as his mother placed food into his plate. Not once, but many times, she had a wide smile on her face as she did.

"I know how much you love creamy Spaghetti alla Carbonara. So I had the chef make it for you," Donna Marta said, twirling the fork into the bowl of spaghetti, and putting it into his plate.

She didn't look at Rico. Didn't sense the shift in his expression. All that mattered to her at that moment was making sure Rico was cared for. Had her attention.

"You were such a glutton when you were much younger," she continued, adding more spaghetti into the plate, laughing lightly. "We had to hire Nonna Luisa when you were a teenager to cook a meal specially for you."

Rico's jaw hardened more, his shoulder tensing. He didn't know his fist was clenched tightly, until he felt a soft hand over his.