“Sorry I’m late, Darling.” She bent and gave Nico an air kiss on each cheek. “Don’t lie, Mother,” he snapped. Giovanna smiled as she sat down, pulled a gun out of her purse, and placed it on the table. “Fair enough.” “Gigi,” my father greeted her gruffly. “James. Mary. I would say it’s good to see you, but I’ve just been chastised for lying.”
