Redeemed (Dirty Air 4)

“I know. And I appreciate you wanting to spend time with me, even if it’s for your own reasons. I promise I’ll try harder to be a permanent person you can count on in your life because you are my niece. My brother would expect no less of me.”

I swallow back the lump in my throat. “Okay.”

“And as your uncle, I feel the need to apologize on Santiago’s behalf.”

Oh, God. I thought he had moved past this already.

He keeps going, ignoring the look on my face. “It’s only right to explain what happened. See, he kept his cool when I told him the shocking truth. The poor man took it like a champ, repeatedly telling me that I needed to share the truth with you. I did ask him to tell you instead of me, but now I realize that wasn’t fair to him. He was right that the news would have been better received if I told you. So, he was caught in the middle between wanting to protect you and wanting to tell you the truth. It’s not like I made his job any easier by withholding the truth from you when you came over. It was wrong of me, and I’m very sorry for doing that to you. He came over the very next morning pissed as hell and told me to tell you the truth or else he would. And his version of the truth was undoubtedly a lot worse.”

My throat tightens, limiting my ability to speak.

He takes a deep breath. “It wasn’t fair, and you were right. It was cruel. And Chloe, I hope you forgive me one day. I understand honesty is extremely important to you, and I truly want to make it up to you. Not only because you’re my niece, but because I do care for you. My brother would smack me if he were here right now for hurting you in the first place.”

Unavoidable tears fill my eyes at the mention of my dad wanting to hurt someone for making me unhappy. It’s a foreign concept to me when all I’ve done is get hurt by those who were supposed to defend me.

“You think so? That he would be angry at you?” My voice cracks.

“Absolutely. He would’ve kicked my ass outside for making you cry. He was aggressive like that. I’m telling you—wild child in all capital letters.”

“I wish I could’ve gotten to know him.”

“Me too. You remind me of him in the best ways.”

“How so?”

“You have this kind of confidence I don’t see often. He was similar. It always drew people to him no matter if they were strangers or old friends. And I get that same feeling from you. You’re rather charming. It took you less than five minutes to get a job with me, and I never hire anyone.”

My eyebrows raise. “Really?”

“Of course. I always have teens wanting to make a quick buck over the summer when it’s the busy season. I always said no, but there was something in your eyes that told me you were worth the extra pay and effort.”

What is it with this man and bringing on the waterworks? I’m like a leaky faucet around him. “Thank you.”

“No. Thank you, Chloe. For giving me another connection to my brother again.” His eyes shine, reflecting unshed tears.

“You have a way of making me cry, and I’m not much of a crier.” I sniffle.

He chuckles. “You’re very brave. Not many people would have the courage to confront someone about being their long-lost parent, but you did it. And now that I’ve had time to think about it, I can say that was incredibly courageous of you.”

“Or stupid. Depends how you look at it.”

Matteo chuckles. “You should be proud of yourself. I’m happy you shared who you were with me because it gives me a chance to reconnect with my brother in a different way now.”

“Dammit, Matteo. You need to stop with all the nice words.” I dab at the corner of my eyes before another tear escapes.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s annoying because I’m trying freaking hard to stay mad at you.”

“Then I’m not the least bit sorry about that.”

I let out a genuine laugh. “Will you tell me a story about my dad?”

He nods. “Of course. What would you like to know?”

“Do you think he liked John Hughes’s movies?”

“It’s funny you say that. He always did have a thing for The Breakfast Club. Maybe it was his rebellious nature that made him resonate with the main guy.”