He looked up from where he had been sitting against the headboard. "You said something to snack on." Luca said.
"Sue me. I don't get to cook for my own son very often."
"Mum don't make it look like its my fault we do not have a relationship." Luca said as she placed the tray beside him on the bed.
Carol sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing her hands over her jeans. "How is Bianca? Last time I saw her she was four to five years old."
"She is good."
"Still pretty?"
"Stunning." Luca said.
Carol nodded slowly, absorbing that. "Wasn't enough?"
Luca picked up a fork and stabbed a pancake. "A year ago, it was. The prettiest girl, the familia getting more control, more power…it was really supposed to be enough." He finally took a bite.
It was annoyingly good.
"And now?" Carol asked.
He glanced at her, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Why are you asking me all these? Its not like you give a shit!"
