it in.”
Luca leaned back in the chair. “I see the pregnancy hormones are rubbing off on you.”
I didn’t say anything because I was a fucking mess right now and would only talk more bullshit if I opened my mouth.
“Matteo,” Luca said slowly. “It’s not like you and Gianna have to give the baby to us. If you’d rather keep it, then…”
“Then what? Then you’re happy? Is this your way of telling me that you don’t want to raise my fucking kid?”
Luca pushed to his feet and gripped me by the shirt, jerking me to my feet. I grabbed his wrist tightly. “Now listen up, you asshole,” he growled. “Stop twisting my words in my fucking mouth. I’ll raise your kid like my own if that’s what you and Gianna want.”
“And what does my Capo want?” I provoked him further. I was on a roll.
His hold tightened. “Right now, I want you to pull your head out of your fucking ass and act like a man, not a fucking pussy. If you want to be a father for that kid, then tell Gianna that’s what you want and maybe the both of you finally grow up and act like fucking adults and not like horny teenagers.”
I jerked out of his hold and swung my fist at him, punching him square in the jaw. Luca stumbled a step back, looking fucking stunned for a second and then he lunged at me. We shoved and hit each other. The chairs tumbled to the ground and something broke.
“What the fuck?” Romero shouted as he stormed out, gun drawn, He tried to get between us but Luca shoved him back, sending him flying into the table. Then Luca was on me again.
Cold water hit us square in the faces. We jerked away from each other but the stream didn’t stop. “Fuck!” Luca snarled. I blinked, trying to see through the fog the liquid had cast over my eyes.
The water was turned off and my eyes landed on Aria in a nightgown, looking furious while holding a water hose in our direction. I turned to Luca once more, who was breathing harshly and glaring at me. He seemed as reluctant to stop this fight as I was.
“One move and I’ll turn the water on again,” Aria warned.
“Holy shit,” Amo exclaimed from inside the house as he stumbled toward us in pj’s. Marcella stood behind him with wide but curious eyes. Lily gave us a reproachful look before she tugged her little girl away from the scene. Sara was definitely too young for this shitshow.
Romero straightened with a glare, shoving his gun into the pocket of his sweatpants. “What the fuck was that? You woke the kids.” With a shake of his head he went inside to help Lily.
Aria put down the hose, then turned to her children. “Go upstairs.”
Marcella did without protest but Amo came outside. “Wow, that was cool. I thought you’d pull knives on each other.”
“Amo,” Aria said firmly. “Upstairs now.”
One look at her expression and he turned on his heel, grumbling. She stepped between Luca and me. “What’s gotten into you?”
Luca rubbed his chin where a bruise was forming. My cheek was throbbing fiercely where he’d punched me. “Nothing,” we said at the same time.
“Nothing?” Aria repeated. “Oh, okay, so you just beat each other for fun?”
“We had a difference of opinion.”
Aria shook her head, then her eyes moved back to the living room where Gianna had appeared. She joined us on the terrace, taking in the mess we’d made. We’d broken two flowerpots and thrown over all of the chairs, not to mention that we were dripping wet thanks to Aria.
Gianna’s red brows puckered. “What the hell went on here?”
“They had a discussion with their fists,” Aria muttered.
“Aren’t you too old to brawl like boys?”
“If you ask Luca, I’m like a fucking teenager.”
Luca took a step in my direction but Aria stepped in his way and hit his chest in warning. “Stop it, good Lord.”
He lowered his gaze to her. “Someone needs to beat the shit out of his head.”
“And someone needs to kick the arrogance out of your arrogant Capo ass,” I said.
Luca smiled coldly. “At least, I own up to my responsibilities and don’t run from them.”
“Luca!” Aria shouted.
Gianna’s eyes widened, her face flashing with guilt.
Fuck him. I staggered toward him. “Shut the fuck up.” I shoved him over Aria’s shoulder.
She gave me an indignant look. “Stop it.”
I stared into my brother’s eyes. “Don’t act all high and mighty, Luca.