"Un altro fratello che pensa di essere intelligente." A heavy sigh filled the car as Benito continued to mudder in Italian. "Idiota. Perché io?" I chuckled. "He's with me." "What did he say?" Blake asked. "Said you're the best little brother in the world and he can't wait to buy you cake."
"Another brother who thinks he's smart. Idiot. Why me?"
