Romeo got the call from none other than Arthur Bellrose inviting him to dinner.
“I hear my daughter and grandson will be spending their first weekend with you this upcoming week after his first week in school. We should all meet before then.” Words not an offer to be spiked back or said no thanks to, Romeo saw it.
Him saying no would end with him underground, gagged and ready to be sliced to little pieces. Not sure if Arthur Bellrose was capable of it, Penelope didn’t blink when he told her.
“Your dad called me, invited me to dinner tomorrow night.” Sitting in the park watching Mateo and another little boy play together on the playground, Penelope was calm, “He told me. It’s at eight.”
Nodding, knowing the time, Romeo tried to read her expression. It had been hard for the last coup
