As soon as Ricco is settled in his mom’s car, she smiles at him, and he raises his eyebrows questioningly at her. "Why are you smiling, Mom?" he asks, confusion written all over his face.
"Nothing, son, I am just impressed by the way you are so worked upon your wife and son’s kidnapping when you could have just come to me and I would find your family for you. "What is so hard about asking for help as a man?"
"I am a man, Mom, and a man has to do what he has to do to survive. My son is only three months old, and my stupid brother decided to kidnap my family to prove a point. "How can we be identical yet one of us is so dumb?" Ricco dictates, and his mom exhales sharply.
"That usually happens when the other one feels left out. You see when you were growing up, you were sharp and quick at
