I told her I would leave with her, but she swiped the tears away and shook her head, telling me I had misunderstood. I knew I hadn’t. Papa may love us, but he has no problem entertaining other women. I’m guessing that’s what it’s about.

“Mama, we can go back to Cai—”

“There’re my two queens.” Papa enters the sitting room and I sit back a little straighter, smiling up at him while swallowing the rock that’s formed in my throat.

Did he hear me?

“Papa, what is happening? Why are they here?”

“That’s what I wanted to come down to talk with you both about.” He replaces my mother on the chair and gently directs her down onto his lap. I used to admire their love, because it was one you could feel when you were around them, but after seeing the tears of Mama, the hero badge Papa once wore on his expensive suits has now since rusted. Maybe it was gold-plated, not solid.

“Are they living with us now?” Papa was anything but conventional and he never played by the rules. You could never see what he was cooking until it had already been baked.

“Si, they are.”

I stare at him blankly, but he gives me the same look back. I’m no daddy’s princess. I’m Papa’s nightmare, and since I share that same fiery Sicilian blood that pulses through his veins, he damn well knows it. “And what is he going to do for the outfit?”

His eyes snap back to me. “Cara, you don’t get to question anything right now,” he mutters beneath his breath in Sicilian as my mother strokes his thigh affectionately.

He takes a small sip of his whiskey, his honey eyes resting back on mine. At times, I think it’s where I got my eyes from. When I’m in the sun, they’re green; in the dark, they’re honey-gold. The strangest thing. I probably would have got bullied for my eyes had people not known who my father was.

“They will be living with us and you will befriend them both, but cara, if you get too close to Wicked, I’ll act as I see fit.”

He leans back against the chair as my mother glides her finger down his jaw. I know she’s doing it to calm him down, but it still annoys me.

“Don’t forget your obligations to the Family.”

“May I be dismissed?”

He nods. “Night, princess.”

“So let me get this all the way straight…” Betty, my best friend since kindergarten, shuffles in closer as I unload my books into my locker. “Papi moved in two new kids, like, random ass kids, who have probably killed their parents or some weird shit like that, and told you to play nice but not too nice?”