The double doors to the living room creaked open.
Noah walked in hand-in-hand with Eleni, the lipstick mark glowing on his neck like a target.
Nine heads turned in unison.
It was like entering the Roman Senate, only all the senators were related and had gym memberships.
Matteo was seated in the center like the Godfather, legs crossed, silent but judging.
Enzo leaned against the wall tossing a baseball up and down like he was ready to throw hands or a fastball—whichever came first.
Leonardo sipped espresso but never broke eye contact.
Lorenzo, already betrayed by twin loyalty, muttered under his breath, "Neck. She kissed his neck."
Antonio and Marco were whispering and scribbling questions into a yellow legal pad titled: "NOAH TRIAL."
Francesco and Giovanni had a laptop open with what looked like... facial recognition software?
And Nico, the 12-year-old menace, just smirked and whispered, "He's doomed."