12.

Alessandro's POV

Chuckling, I moved closer to Amelia who was standing in front of my father.

"You must be joking, aren't you? Only me can tell you when to leave this place." I reminded her but her confidence was getting me so provoked.

"Old man, really?" Amelia said, her eyes fixed on my father's face filled with rage. "Tell him what he doesn't know."

"Alessandro, when did you start keeping sex slaves and a fucking idiot at that?" Dad yelled, pointing at ...