Enzo POV
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out exactly who is calling me before I even look at the screen. I smile realizing just how well I know the man. I answer, placing the phone to my ear, but I don't speak. "Hello son," he says, his tone one I recognize well. He is barely holding onto his control, but he doesn't want me to know.
"What can I do for you, Marco?" There is silence and I imagine him gripping the phone so hard it is ready to break at what he feels is my disrespect. "Enzo, I realize that I might have pushed you a little too much today, but you are still my son. I am your father and the head of this family. You will show me the respect I have earned," he says.
"Is that what you call ordering me to let a wh*re s*ck me off to put my wif
