He spreads his arms out to me. “Aren’t you going to give your uncle a hug?” I want to give him a right hook to the jaw. My glare intensifies. We’re both twenty-eight, and un-fucking-fortunately, he is actually my uncle. On paper. Not by blood. His older sister is Nicola Ramella, my stepmom who has a heart of gold. Tony and Nicola have a large age gap for siblings.

