Michaela’s POV.
“Let me get a good look at you.” My father says as he holds me at arm’s length and looks me over with a smile on his face.
“Bellissima.” He says and I chuckle when he kisses my cheeks and takes my hand in his and we walk to his table and he pulls the chair out for me and I thank him as I sit down and he takes his seat opposite me.
“We have a lot to talk about. But first you need to eat,” he says and clicks his fingers and one of his security steps forward and offers me a small smile. My eyes widen and he winks at me.
“Tito.” I say, and he smiles bigger at me.
“Miss Michalea.” He says with a bow of his head. Tito is the man I lost my virginity to. Tito is a few years older than I am. I now know it was all a setup to make me run away, but I never thought my father would
