“Jesus Christ,” Dad mutters before dropping a kiss on my head. “Have a good night, kiddo. Be safe.”
“You got it, old man. There will be no little biker-mafia heirs quite yet.”
“You hear that?” Cruz says, pointing at Theo.
“You got it. No harm in practising though, right?”
“He did not just fucking say that,” Dad mutters before disappearing down to the kitchen.
“We should probably go,” I say to Theo, who immediately pushes to his feet.
“Look after my girl, Cirillo,” Cruz hisses.
“You got it. Call me if anything comes to light.”
“Sure thing. Have a good one. Although not that good. I refuse to have a worse sex life than my kid niece.”
I flip him off behind Theo’s back as he wraps his arm around my shoulders and leads me from the house to the sound of Cruz’s laughter.