Chapter 38

“Nah,” Luca said, sticking his tongue out at the baby. She giggled and made a grab for it. He propped his chin on both hands and pulled a grotesque face. “Mamma doesn’t like me going before one.”

“Too right,” Mamma said loftily. “Christmas is for family.”

“Tav’s family is like family, too,” Luca said absently, crossing his eyes. Baby Vicky shrieked and seized his nose. “Oi! Cheeky cow.”

“Don’t call my kid a cow.”

“Why not? Her daddy’s a berk. Isn’t he, Vicky? Isn’t your daddy a berk?”

“Twat,” Antonio said, but Luca knew, playing with Vicky, that he was safe from the kick in the back he’d otherwise get.

“Give her here, Luca, and Antonio, you watch your language. My granddaughter’s first word will not be a foul one!” Mamma chided, taking Vicky from Luca with a low croon in Italian. Luca stretched and rolled onto his back in time to avoid the swift kick Antonio aimed at his ribs.

“Nice try, tosser. Mamma? Can I go yet?”