Amapola Part 2

“Senhor Leopoldo?” Salvatore wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. “I need to speak with you.”

“I’ve been waiting for this, signore,” my dad spoke confidently, and I felt nervous.

“Papà, please,” I began, but he interrupted me.

“Don’t get involved, Amapola. This is a conversatio...