“Don’t give me that look, Kiara. Take care of Nino, Alessio and the bun in your oven. I’m more resilient than bad weeds. I’ll fuck the memories straight out of my brain. That always works.” “Fuck,” Nevio said in delight. Savio’s eyes grew wide then he started laughing. Serafina came over and pinched his arm. “I can’t believe one of his first words is fuck.”
