Third Person POV

Marcus stands there, eyes bright with the kind of reckless idea that usually gives Santino a headache. He straightens his tie even though it’s already straight, excitement buzzing through him like he’s just unlocked some ancient secret.

Santino drags a hand over his face, exhausted and irritated.

Why is nothing working?

The dishes he made actual food made with his own hands sit on the table like a cruel joke. He hasn’t cooked in a long time. Not even for ...